R. Strauss: 楽劇《ばらの騎士》: 人殺し、人殺し! うわ、血が! 助けてくれ!

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Chorus How many gonna raise they seed How many gonna blow that weed How many gonna slang that dope When we know it's hope we really need How many gonna make 'em bleed How many gonna make 'em freeze How many gonna push that weight Do anything it take to get that cheese See 'em everyday get hit with a charge Now they gotta go toe to toe on the yard Know it's kinda hard behind them bars 20 to life and you full of the strife 'Cuz you know you gotta fight for life 'Cuz if you life by the gun, die by the gun Came from the slums where it ain't no fun Somebody killed her only son Who's gonna take his place, no one Really don't matter 'bout the color or race When the bullets start to fly all thru the place Shorty got shot with a chrome 45 Hurt me to my heart, can't tell no lie How many mommas out here gotta cry How many kids out here gotta die Lost in the streets got tears in their eyes Tell 'em make the peace, can you feel me, right uh-hua, okay, no how no way Talk about politicians, that's why nobody wanna listen Everybody from the money maker to the player hater Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain't about makin' the peace Or savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya later But now it's me and Marquise bringin' peace to the streets D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the peace Cause the violence to ceace' cuz that's the way that it's gotta be You heard, Makin' the peace cause the violence to cease 'Cuz that's the way that it's gotta be 45 Clint Eastwood, pop killas in the hood Dirty boy flow, got folks in the wood Know where I'm from, cats spit straight fire Come on the block to make sure you die Violation Wodie, comin' up in the scene Magizine clip dogg, straight trippin' the frame They wanna blame but the enemy make you ready for woe MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin your dough Frustrated, when we come thru they hate it Spittin' the truth from the bottom to the Decatur Shoot 'em up when they tellin' ya, hua Another life gone 'cuz you messin' with her Got 4 pumps in the back of the truck Step out of line playas ready to bust Chorus Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk about throw your guns up Switch up, that's why they get done up Blaze up, check it out when they run up On somebody never met before, got a hit in your waste Pull out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to life in the cell No bale, check it out homeboy, ain't that fo-sho Got a 9 on the streets, bust on your peeps Rollin' in the hood, so you gotta creep Life ain't sweet, Know you incompleate But you swift on your feet to get the cream Y'all know what I mean, in this world of sin Got a block full of fiends, everyday livin' So you ready for the big ol' screen, Y'all Chorus I'm lost in the world not knowin' where I'm goin' So everyday I pray just to make it thru the morning When it's hard to stay focused when your dreams are hopeless My ambissions are broken, only when I'm smokin' Define lifes anwsers, what would the question be Will I reach my destiny or will it get the best of me Or will it get the best of me No friend you can turn to, no where you can run to In the end you can't pretend 'cuz it's all on you In the fight to keep my head, I cried till I bled And did the right thing that was written in red All these thugs bustin' slugs yo we can't ignore And there be blood on the floor from the night before Livin' life full speed, fallin' victem to greed Fast money and women, we thought that's all we'd ever need When the lights go down, and the curtians close We was heathens on the streets, that only God knows Chorus