Preklad: Nespatřený. Stay Gold.
On the run, no turning back They were the kids no one seemed to like Grew up fast always had to fight Dead end kids from no where homes Shattered dreams
: On the run, no turning back They were the kids no one seemed to like Grew up fast always had to fight Dead end kids from no where homes Shattered
know but it's kinda hard to believe That a whole generation will die over greed And that most of our young will die overseas But it all remains to go unseen
, so stay out the vicinity of Yea, yea them niggas over there it's just Yea, yea now look at what I wear Got my gold watch and my gold chain With my
war gear and black tims And layed low, cause I was tryin to stay paid yo Pumpin minerals to criminals called Yae-yo The drug blocks, full of unseen riches
floatin through space in a cosmic dream traveling a path that is unseen/cause were in a new dimenshun releasing all the stress pain and tenshun/cause
't like where I stay, fly away If you don't like what I say, fly away, fly away If you don't like where I stay, fly away
So we stand guard over our bag of fool's gold Never bowing our heads for the souls that we sold And it's cold for the heart that stays towards itself
exactly how much do you know about him? Do you know where he lives? Do you know what he lives on? (At around this point, JOE, unseen by NORMA, steps
Tasting my glorious father bribes, blazing gold, I loathe the shiny sand. Sacking the tombs of your heroes and messiahs Shanghaing, the dancing queen
They will just rip out your eyes And eat your precious heart Raven eyes watch from the sky You better stay in the shadows You better stay unseen Crusaders
the drugs on the road, hearts be turning so cold Brothers selling their souls, for the money they destroy Everything and everyone, like it?s for the gold
in war gear and black tims And layed low, cause I was tryin to stay paid yo Pumpin minerals to criminals called Yae-yo The drug blocks, full of unseen
unseen Through the wind of the worlds Missiles cut space Spearing the starlight Masking the moon Wide of the march Give me two reasons to stay
Subliminal slaves for minimum wage, Fulfillin the crave and fillin the grave. I feed off the rage to beat a machine Against destruction's massive scheme. Things unseen
