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Letra de Thoughts of a Dying Man
<p>[Verse 1: Mic Righteous]<br/>I open my eyes, I lay face down on the carpet<br/>Surrounded by glass shards I wake up from darkness<br/>{**Deep Breath**} I'm gasping for breath<br/>Last thing I saw a black figure whilst I'm glancing at death<br/>I try standing but I fall, with my last bit of strength<br/>I manage to crawl, followed by a trail of blood<br/>I lay my back on the wall, my hands are shaky as fuck<br/>I tell myself to relax and be cool, pain in my gut<br/>I see muddy footprints leading into the back room<br/>I slowly roll up my shirt, prepare myself for bad news<br/>Can't believe what I'm seeing; blood weeping out of stab wounds<br/>Thief went mad loose - two holes in my abdomen<br/>And one of 'em penetrates my tattoo<br/>With every breath I feel my death is getting closer<br/>Knowing everything can go black soon<br/>I never got to Thank Goon<br/>I think of Lambs and Lucia and will I ever see 'em again<br/>It's like a dream, I'm feeling weaker, am I reaching my end?<br/>Got Death breathing down my neck<br/>Them mandem leave me for dead<br/>I feel to drop a few tears, I'm in a state of upset<br/>My brain's saying I'm fucked, my heart ain't giving up yet<br/>I never got the chance to tell my family I loved them<br/>I never took the chance, want a Grammy<br/>Now here comes Death<br/>I see the can of Stella I was drinking<br/>There's bound to be some left<br/>I struggle to reach and when I do move<br/>Ah, it's just hit the deck<br/>I take another swig and pour the rest down my chest<br/>Wipe the blood out my wounds, now it's me against death<br/>It can't be true, I stretch my legs to get the ashtray<br/>For half a zoot to calm my nerves, it can't compute<br/>It's getting hard to move, I start to lose it<br/>Feel like the room is getting darker too<br/>Pull out the Clipper from my bloody jeans, spark the zoot<br/>I'm thinking 'I'm too you to bun my final spliff'<br/>I always thought God had a plan for me<br/>I never thought I'd die like this<br/>I've lit the spliff, spit out a blood clot and wipe my lips<br/>Try to come to grips with my fate, my mind playing tricks<br/>I ain't a bitch, I picture my grave<br/>Adrenaline pumping round my veins, not even thinking of pain<br/>I think of all the bars I've 'writ' but never got to spit<br/>Like that shit was a waste<br/>Done all this just to get Duppy'd by some prick with a blade<br/>You might have heard me spitting it in my past rhymes<br/>Scheming that I'm ready to die I said it many of times<br/>My eyes are getting heavy and my head is getting light<br/>Was I telling lies? Was I really ready?<br/>Was it do or die? If I survive or don't make it<br/>Fuck or commit suicide! Even when I'm half dead<br/>I'm 'a stay true to Mic, why would God do me like this?<br/>Alone and lifeless, my whole life flashed before my eyes<br/>Total silence; I'm nothing but a corpse on the floor<br/>Blood pouring from my diaphragm<br/>The thoughts of a dying man<br/>[Verse 2: Ryan Rose]<br/>I've got a little move planned<br/>A couple boxes, give or take a few grams<br/>So I gather up two man<br/>Roll to the spot cause I know where this yout' jams<br/>So we park up, fat zoot gets spark' up<br/>Then I grip on my huge shank<br/>I ain't leaving with no food<br/>He's got P's, I ain't leaving with no bank<br/>G this ain't no prank,blade like petrol<br/>I'll feed him the whole tank - anyway, zoot done<br/>Jump out the whip and walk to the yout's drum<br/>And stick to the same plans<br/>When you knock the door just say that your name's 'Lambs'<br/>(*Ry*) "Knock Knock"<br/>(*Mic*) "Who is it?<br/>(*Ry*) "Lambs"<br/>(*Mic*) "Waagwaan fam?"<br/>Pop goes the top lock<br/>He swung the door and I hit him in his jaw<br/>Cah I know that's a soft spot<br/>I'm on a hype now - What!? What!?<br/>This shit ain't amusing<br/>I grab him by his neck like<br/>Rock move the food and he mumbled the back room<br/>I told my dawgs search for the cash and get back soon<br/>Then he tried to put up a fight<br/>Thought he could get up, I put two in his side<br/>That's the thoughts of a killer
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Thoughts of a Dying Man es una canción de Mad Max incluida en el álbum Rollin' Thunder, publicado en 1984. Tiene una duración de 06:08. Puedes escucharla online gratis dentro del catálogo de música cristiana de Sionfy y consultar su letra en esta misma página.