| Song | Wrote This |
| Artist | Diabolic |
| Album | The Disconnect |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sean George | |
| 作曲 : Sean George | |
| [Intro] | |
| These forces that often remake time and space | |
| That can shape and alter who we imagine ourself to be | |
| Begin long before we are born and continue after we perish | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| It's been a long time, since we're talking openly | |
| I acted out so ya'll would notice me, I'm awkward socially | |
| Was told I should find God, while holding these rosary beads | |
| Seems everybody knows what we need, except for us | |
| I just know I'm growing these seeds, they need some groceries | |
| Please, it's so cold that we freeze, unless police said it | |
| Then someone close to me bleeds uncontrollably | |
| We get it, nobody's free, you pretend, for lost souls | |
| My poetry breathes through my pen | |
| And hopefully I see you again | |
| Until then, I'll leave you with how deep you extend | |
| And I'mma see you ascend from beneath you condemned | |
| When telling Jesu your sins that's between you and him | |
| And all the evil shit that we do's just a means to an end | |
| This here's a preview, for friends and family that fell victim to the construct | |
| They're in hell I'd share a cell with 'em for my conduct | |
| Another product of a failed system ya'll just mock us | |
| It's too hard to deal with realism I don't got much | |
| Just wisdom I accquired through life, it burns inside you | |
| They feel it in the fire you write, but words divide you | |
| Let's pretend we try to unite the hate and the love | |
| Imagine what we're capable of, and what's attainable | |
| We'll make the unbreakable budge, at least eventually | |
| Never be the same as it was, but if you let it be | |
| It's better than breaking a bud and smoking chronic | |
| Acting lackadaisical, buzzed, you'll go beyond it | |
| I promise if I'm lying I'll die, it's so ironic | |
| We kill ourselves trying to survive, that's why | |
| [Hook] | |
| Sometimes the shit that burns in my soul's too much to cope with | |
| Asking why the world's so cold, yo I don't know kid | |
| But as the world turns and unfolds I'm staying focused | |
| Hoping that I'll learn as I go, that's why I wrote this | |
| For everybody stuck in a spot | |
| That's why I wrote this | |
| I know ya'll have suffered a lot | |
| That's why I wrote this | |
| All I need's a beat and a rhyme to give a voice to anybody | |
| Who's in need of a sign | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| As the drums hit, the one, and the one hits the two | |
| This the dumb shit you do when you run with your crew | |
| As a young kid, blunt lit, some sip of brew | |
| Changes come quick, most of 'em will jump ship it's true | |
| Like some punks it's confusing but it's like a right of passage | |
| As we grow up like yo what, part of life is that shit | |
| It's so ****ed, I know but, you choose to fight the madness | |
| Or you'll go nuts, like so what, the world's psychopathic | |
| Diesel roll up, point a rifle at us like we're strapped, eating donuts | |
| Harassing them 'cuz half my friends are black so we go buck | |
| Wild like when animals attack as they show up | |
| 'Cuz either way they'll stab you in the back, I don't know much | |
| I do know you take it in stride and keep building | |
| Trying to find a way to survive for these children | |
| Who always seem to imitate the pain that we feeling | |
| When really they initiate the change so you can let it go | |
| Get to know the inspiration gained and just let it grow | |
| Otherwise you'll live today the same, Hey you never know | |
| 'Cuz with all this syndicated fame, and material wealth | |
| We need some serious help with our priorities | |
| As of now we're barely a shell of who we are to be | |
| I think how each experience felt, and it's a part of me | |
| That's how I stay real to myself, it's who you are to me | |
| Not the whole appearance you sell, that shit is meaningless | |
| Friends who care what you achieve like they need that shit | |
| Will probably just say "**** you" and leave | |
| When you need your clique, the same ones that cut you | |
| And bleed your ass dry, only in it for a piece of that pie | |
| That's why | |
| [Hook] | |
| Sometimes the shit that burns in my soul's too much to cope with | |
| Asking why the world's so cold, yo I don't know kid | |
| But as the world turns and unfolds I'm staying focused | |
| Hoping that I'll learn as I go, that's why I wrote this | |
| For everybody stuck in a spot | |
| That's why I wrote this | |
| I know ya'll have suffered a lot | |
| That's why I wrote this | |
| All I need's a beat and a rhyme to give a voice to anybody | |
| Who's in need of a sign |
| zuo ci : Sean George | |
| zuo qu : Sean George | |
| Intro | |
| These forces that often remake time and space | |
| That can shape and alter who we imagine ourself to be | |
| Begin long before we are born and continue after we perish | |
| Verse 1 | |
| It' s been a long time, since we' re talking openly | |
| I acted out so ya' ll would notice me, I' m awkward socially | |
| Was told I should find God, while holding these rosary beads | |
| Seems everybody knows what we need, except for us | |
| I just know I' m growing these seeds, they need some groceries | |
| Please, it' s so cold that we freeze, unless police said it | |
| Then someone close to me bleeds uncontrollably | |
| We get it, nobody' s free, you pretend, for lost souls | |
| My poetry breathes through my pen | |
| And hopefully I see you again | |
| Until then, I' ll leave you with how deep you extend | |
| And I' mma see you ascend from beneath you condemned | |
| When telling Jesu your sins that' s between you and him | |
| And all the evil shit that we do' s just a means to an end | |
| This here' s a preview, for friends and family that fell victim to the construct | |
| They' re in hell I' d share a cell with ' em for my conduct | |
| Another product of a failed system ya' ll just mock us | |
| It' s too hard to deal with realism I don' t got much | |
| Just wisdom I accquired through life, it burns inside you | |
| They feel it in the fire you write, but words divide you | |
| Let' s pretend we try to unite the hate and the love | |
| Imagine what we' re capable of, and what' s attainable | |
| We' ll make the unbreakable budge, at least eventually | |
| Never be the same as it was, but if you let it be | |
| It' s better than breaking a bud and smoking chronic | |
| Acting lackadaisical, buzzed, you' ll go beyond it | |
| I promise if I' m lying I' ll die, it' s so ironic | |
| We kill ourselves trying to survive, that' s why | |
| Hook | |
| Sometimes the shit that burns in my soul' s too much to cope with | |
| Asking why the world' s so cold, yo I don' t know kid | |
| But as the world turns and unfolds I' m staying focused | |
| Hoping that I' ll learn as I go, that' s why I wrote this | |
| For everybody stuck in a spot | |
| That' s why I wrote this | |
| I know ya' ll have suffered a lot | |
| That' s why I wrote this | |
| All I need' s a beat and a rhyme to give a voice to anybody | |
| Who' s in need of a sign | |
| Verse 2 | |
| As the drums hit, the one, and the one hits the two | |
| This the dumb shit you do when you run with your crew | |
| As a young kid, blunt lit, some sip of brew | |
| Changes come quick, most of ' em will jump ship it' s true | |
| Like some punks it' s confusing but it' s like a right of passage | |
| As we grow up like yo what, part of life is that shit | |
| It' s so ed, I know but, you choose to fight the madness | |
| Or you' ll go nuts, like so what, the world' s psychopathic | |
| Diesel roll up, point a rifle at us like we' re strapped, eating donuts | |
| Harassing them ' cuz half my friends are black so we go buck | |
| Wild like when animals attack as they show up | |
| ' Cuz either way they' ll stab you in the back, I don' t know much | |
| I do know you take it in stride and keep building | |
| Trying to find a way to survive for these children | |
| Who always seem to imitate the pain that we feeling | |
| When really they initiate the change so you can let it go | |
| Get to know the inspiration gained and just let it grow | |
| Otherwise you' ll live today the same, Hey you never know | |
| ' Cuz with all this syndicated fame, and material wealth | |
| We need some serious help with our priorities | |
| As of now we' re barely a shell of who we are to be | |
| I think how each experience felt, and it' s a part of me | |
| That' s how I stay real to myself, it' s who you are to me | |
| Not the whole appearance you sell, that shit is meaningless | |
| Friends who care what you achieve like they need that shit | |
| Will probably just say " you" and leave | |
| When you need your clique, the same ones that cut you | |
| And bleed your ass dry, only in it for a piece of that pie | |
| That' s why | |
| Hook | |
| Sometimes the shit that burns in my soul' s too much to cope with | |
| Asking why the world' s so cold, yo I don' t know kid | |
| But as the world turns and unfolds I' m staying focused | |
| Hoping that I' ll learn as I go, that' s why I wrote this | |
| For everybody stuck in a spot | |
| That' s why I wrote this | |
| I know ya' ll have suffered a lot | |
| That' s why I wrote this | |
| All I need' s a beat and a rhyme to give a voice to anybody | |
| Who' s in need of a sign |
| zuò cí : Sean George | |
| zuò qǔ : Sean George | |
| Intro | |
| These forces that often remake time and space | |
| That can shape and alter who we imagine ourself to be | |
| Begin long before we are born and continue after we perish | |
| Verse 1 | |
| It' s been a long time, since we' re talking openly | |
| I acted out so ya' ll would notice me, I' m awkward socially | |
| Was told I should find God, while holding these rosary beads | |
| Seems everybody knows what we need, except for us | |
| I just know I' m growing these seeds, they need some groceries | |
| Please, it' s so cold that we freeze, unless police said it | |
| Then someone close to me bleeds uncontrollably | |
| We get it, nobody' s free, you pretend, for lost souls | |
| My poetry breathes through my pen | |
| And hopefully I see you again | |
| Until then, I' ll leave you with how deep you extend | |
| And I' mma see you ascend from beneath you condemned | |
| When telling Jesu your sins that' s between you and him | |
| And all the evil shit that we do' s just a means to an end | |
| This here' s a preview, for friends and family that fell victim to the construct | |
| They' re in hell I' d share a cell with ' em for my conduct | |
| Another product of a failed system ya' ll just mock us | |
| It' s too hard to deal with realism I don' t got much | |
| Just wisdom I accquired through life, it burns inside you | |
| They feel it in the fire you write, but words divide you | |
| Let' s pretend we try to unite the hate and the love | |
| Imagine what we' re capable of, and what' s attainable | |
| We' ll make the unbreakable budge, at least eventually | |
| Never be the same as it was, but if you let it be | |
| It' s better than breaking a bud and smoking chronic | |
| Acting lackadaisical, buzzed, you' ll go beyond it | |
| I promise if I' m lying I' ll die, it' s so ironic | |
| We kill ourselves trying to survive, that' s why | |
| Hook | |
| Sometimes the shit that burns in my soul' s too much to cope with | |
| Asking why the world' s so cold, yo I don' t know kid | |
| But as the world turns and unfolds I' m staying focused | |
| Hoping that I' ll learn as I go, that' s why I wrote this | |
| For everybody stuck in a spot | |
| That' s why I wrote this | |
| I know ya' ll have suffered a lot | |
| That' s why I wrote this | |
| All I need' s a beat and a rhyme to give a voice to anybody | |
| Who' s in need of a sign | |
| Verse 2 | |
| As the drums hit, the one, and the one hits the two | |
| This the dumb shit you do when you run with your crew | |
| As a young kid, blunt lit, some sip of brew | |
| Changes come quick, most of ' em will jump ship it' s true | |
| Like some punks it' s confusing but it' s like a right of passage | |
| As we grow up like yo what, part of life is that shit | |
| It' s so ed, I know but, you choose to fight the madness | |
| Or you' ll go nuts, like so what, the world' s psychopathic | |
| Diesel roll up, point a rifle at us like we' re strapped, eating donuts | |
| Harassing them ' cuz half my friends are black so we go buck | |
| Wild like when animals attack as they show up | |
| ' Cuz either way they' ll stab you in the back, I don' t know much | |
| I do know you take it in stride and keep building | |
| Trying to find a way to survive for these children | |
| Who always seem to imitate the pain that we feeling | |
| When really they initiate the change so you can let it go | |
| Get to know the inspiration gained and just let it grow | |
| Otherwise you' ll live today the same, Hey you never know | |
| ' Cuz with all this syndicated fame, and material wealth | |
| We need some serious help with our priorities | |
| As of now we' re barely a shell of who we are to be | |
| I think how each experience felt, and it' s a part of me | |
| That' s how I stay real to myself, it' s who you are to me | |
| Not the whole appearance you sell, that shit is meaningless | |
| Friends who care what you achieve like they need that shit | |
| Will probably just say " you" and leave | |
| When you need your clique, the same ones that cut you | |
| And bleed your ass dry, only in it for a piece of that pie | |
| That' s why | |
| Hook | |
| Sometimes the shit that burns in my soul' s too much to cope with | |
| Asking why the world' s so cold, yo I don' t know kid | |
| But as the world turns and unfolds I' m staying focused | |
| Hoping that I' ll learn as I go, that' s why I wrote this | |
| For everybody stuck in a spot | |
| That' s why I wrote this | |
| I know ya' ll have suffered a lot | |
| That' s why I wrote this | |
| All I need' s a beat and a rhyme to give a voice to anybody | |
| Who' s in need of a sign |