Luyện nghe bài hát Saints And Savages

Calm down, breaths,
Shes screaming pig, Up against the car this arrest,
37 acting like shes 19, As a little boy watching his momma,
it was just a dream, Off he goes again to another family,
Wishing God would blessed him, Different then this hell he sees,
seed, From eight shots and a girl gone,
His momma always said, He was the why her world stopped,
Waiting for a 12:59, Eyes wide,
Listens to his cry away the night,
He was watching his night flicker out,
Whispering soft words to the walls, any sense of doubt,
Hes waiting for the day in tomorrow,
He thinks to ask her every morning, Tell me that smile go?
Shes in the bottle, sip to swallow,
Hes to follow, Until she throws an apology,
With love he thought hed know.

[Chorus][Christina
Oh Im sorry for, you
For everything, I couldnt do
And Ive myself, By hurting you

One three uncles, Two aunts a nephew,
sisters no brother, No father half a mother,
Six cousins couple and a PO, One bedroom one window one bath,
by twenty something mother fucking, Low life people,
Just a in a sinners world, Born to be free,
Fascination of ejaculation, Mourn victim in the
Born wicked the seed,
Not a chance in hell, Fell in in life,
Selling drugs and such, the time was right,
up his game, LH wanted the call,
Started shit with older dudes, Shots lids fall,
Bled out on the concrete, made it home,
Drug bought the food, So the children wouldnt moan,
words he uttered softly, Struggling for breath,
Blood bubbles at his side, The washed away whats left.

[Chorus][Christina
Oh Im sorry for, you
For everything, I couldnt do
And Ive hurt myself, By you

The eviction beats the kid awake this morning,
Baby girl get up and scared, When none of the lights in the house are working,
Daddy knows that the phones are dead,
And just as the cycle goes, Hes not on fixing this,
Before his morning fix of and gin,
Hes if he can just leave her with the relatives,
While he becomes a savage, An arrest away from steps,
A generation of and neglect,
And its hereditary, Laced with memories,
Consistently just dreams captive quiet and confined within sleep,
Were just another breed,
in distilled drinks and abandoned seeds,
Creeping to mix fiend, And truthfully,
With every God fist to a wall,
Every and pathetic drunken emergency call,
We our own wings,
And listen to what the saints are to sell,
with tainted halos,
Fighting,
For the side of hell.

[Chorus][Christina
Im sorry for, you
For everything, I couldnt do
And Ive hurt myself, By you