Grim dictator - То,что нарисовал
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text-Smirnov Alexey

What I drew

sometimes events get ahead of me. my train of thought
sometimes conditions knock you down like a shot
While some fly at high speeds, I fly low
what I drew, and it’s not even close yet

I know that my Rap is not art for you
you think that I'm an iceberg and my heart is empty
if it were so, I wouldn’t walk around with a sad face
because it’s never enough for me, confused Russian

I'll give everything for peace of mind, the rest is trash
I'm tired of destroying my shaky buildings
and with a crunch, bruises, bestial feeling
I can’t get out of a rut, find my direction

those places where loud laughter used to sound,
now a series of troubles, steps around the corner and someone's stomp
everything is silent, the grave, memories are anxiety
cold sweat, a psychic whisper in the ear
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I was still waiting for the germ of anger to develop
but he never saw the light and died right in the womb
at my old dilapidated house,
the thresholds are rotten, the roads are overgrown with weeds,
(I forgot the old paths)
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I kept hoping that something would change
but in vain, to hell with it, enough arguing
don't ask how I am if you care
I’m just no match for you, I’m from a different breed

was in a dream under morphine, woke up not long ago as if
and it’s unpleasant because after darkness, looking at the sun
the year flew by so quickly, as if in passing and
everything has settled down, peace, dust has settled on the edges

everything has covered up my tracks, calm, I remember what I asked for
strength, phimosis knock, scream, from the depths of the head
I deceived myself when I was alone
so as not to fall down from a great height

there you can see the essence of the corrupt game differently
Now I understand why people stick needles
but I don’t justify them, because it’s just a myth
and the keys to the breath of freedom have long been lost