Текст (слова) песни: Made Men - Blowin` Circles in the Wind

 
(Talking in background) 
 
Yo 
Turn up my headphones 
 
Sometimes, I don`t even know if I`m coming or going 
(We about to take you there) 
 
[Chorus] 
Please lord let me make it through a day without no pain 
How can I make it through the fire when there is no rain? 
Send me free stuff dwelling on my sins 
Cause you got me blowing circles in the wind 
 
repeat Chorus 
 
[Verse 1: Mr Gzus] 
I`m high as hell loungin` on my Ralph Lauren sofa 
Caught up in this game trying to maintain the quota 
Before it`s over, gun talk before the gun spark 
Survive this long cause of the way I keep my gun cocked 
It`s so dark, when I delve into my memoirs, 
And it`s so graphic; I strap myself with my Kevlar 
Hand on my gun metal, for all the beef that`s unsettled 
Sold everything a thug pedalled, I`m just one rebel 
Thoughts are through in mind a la Kurt Cobain 
Yo, it`s slow pain, like cocaine, flowing through a cold vein 
I meet the odds, now I pray to the gods 
My niggaz in the yard get dealt some better cards 
Made Men`s at large, get the fuck up ou to f Dodge 
Your whole entourage will get hit up with a barrage 
My choice weapon, the legacy of my legend 
Will still live on, until the day of Armageddon 
When I hit the dead end, yo, it`s fire on the crucifix 
I`m losing it, trying to figure out who`s the snitch 
I shed blood for my honour, on the street corner 
Hotter than a sauna, blazin` marijuana 
Duckin` shots and regroup I buck back, yo 
Cause fuck that, that`s where niggaz be getting snuffed at 
Whatever`s coming tell me, I`ll take i to n the chin 
So for every sin, I`m blowing circles in the wind 
 
Chorus 2X 
 
[Verse 2: Antonio Twice Thou] 
I inhale and blow it out 
Stress calls, in the Source no doubt 
I got steam to blow the top off a pressure cooker 
I had a dream; it seems frustration took us 
Do I have to grab a gat to touch my fantasy? 
Or will I live long enough to have a chance to see 
If I can blow the spot, show the world what I got 
You know there`s a million niggaz thinking just like me 
Smokin` on the same weed, livin` on the same named street 
With the same fat beats, 
and all criminals for fucking with cracks and heats 
We magnets to the dragnet, young, black and got assets 
to make a smash like the crash test 
Now what`s next, lifestyles of the trifle fraudulent 
I work hard, my life; it`s still hard to get 
Interruption from a deep thought, to twist up 
Architect, I roll blunts perfect, apex when it`s lit up 
I can`t relax; I`m never calm 
No matter what happens, somebody drops the bomb; trying to do me harm 
And these street politics got me strapped up 
with a .45 stick and a habit on bricks 
I pat myself on the chest, to feel a vest 
Cause jealousy and envy among my peoples is a mess 
Don`t playa hate, hate the game 
It`s all the same; I`m blowing circles `til I`m blowing flames 
Ain`t nothing changed 
 
Chorus 2X 
 
(Chorus continues in background) 
 
Where my thugs at? (Made Men) 5X 
 
Chorus 2X
 

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