Sagopa Kajmer – Blind Warfighter
Album Name:
Tears of a Pessimist
I looked at my people with these eyes full of sleep And I collected words with a sack, I threw myself at the border, I fought in the blind battle arena, he taunted me, my words were always against me. In the fight!⦠these roses fade, the memory of which is remembered with a single thorn.
There were torments that made the hostage smile, my children drank suicide, my farewells that got tired in time.< br/>he gave up, all my cures were killed.
oh son of rap!⦠there was a fight of tears and curse in his eyes, the army of fine souls was understood in his last wish The fear of death, its strange smell surrounded my body, the phenomenon of 'there is no executioner's passenger'.
His hands, asking for the grace of silence, are opened in haste to the skies, he runs in panic. All my prayers were running away with my steps into the depths, and I was drowning at the bottom, I was fighting alone in the deepest depths.
In the arena of the blind warrior in his hands No guns, fighting in the middle of black darkness, it's hard!â¦
mista brown:
i hate the way you look at me
just like the little piece of thrash
under the carpet
ready to tear the heartbeat
i'm broken
living bad luck, i'm always dirty
not in the mind but in the soul !
always ready to go
to the street with no name
save me from this bad game
my life's been lame
turning the wheels on the bus round and round
reflection in the mirror makes me sick
days gone by like mad
filling the space with things i've never had
anxiety and stress
ran out of pain with nothing to gain i'm slain
the mental institute isâ¦.
full of guys like me and mic
hit the light and say goodnight
can't take the strife uhâ ¦.
notebooks filled with fright
killing the pens with all the presence on the pad
sad, i never got the math!