Текст песни Grandmaster Fash & The Furious Five - The Message [OST ДЭДПУЛ]

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Broken gass everywhere
Peope pissing on the stairs, you know they just
don't care
I can't take the sme, I can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie's in the aey with a baseba bat
I tried to get away, but I coudn't get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
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Don't push me, cause I'm cose to the edge
I'm trying not to ose my head
It's ike a junge sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching a the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
bow
Crazy ady, ivin' in a bag
Eating out of garbage pies, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the ife and then go
To search a prince to see the ast of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching a the creeps
So she can te the stories to the girs back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she coudn't make it on her
own

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It's ike a junge sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

My brother's doing fast on my mother's T.V.
Says she watches to much, is just not heathy
A my chidren in the daytime, Daas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
Bi coectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, doube-digit infation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike
at the station
Me on King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiiac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might
hijack a pane

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My son said daddy I don't wanna go to schoo
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a
foo
And a the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be
cheaper
If I just got a job, earned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffe my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's a about money, ain't a damn thing
funny
You got to have a con in this and of mik and
honey
They push that gir in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transpant before a brand new start
I can't wak through the park, cause it's crazy
after the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the
run
I fee ike an outaw, broke my ast fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, ivin' on a
seesaw

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A chid was born, with no state of mind
Bind to the ways of mankind
God is smiing on you but he's frowning too
Cause ony god knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, iving second rate
And your eyes wi sing a song of deep hate
The paces you pay and where you stay
ooks ike one great big aey way
You' admire a the number book takers
thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just ike them
Smuggers, scrambes, burgars, gambers
Pickpockets, pedders and even pan-handers
You say I'm coo, I'm no foo
But then you wind up dropping out of high schoo
Now you're unempoyed, a nu 'n' void
Waking around ike you're pretty boy Foyd
Turned stickup kid, ook what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and you're a May tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served ike he
Ti one day you was find hung dead in a ce
It was pain to see that your ife was ost
You was cod and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you ived so fast and died so young

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