Luyện nghe bài hát Saints And Savages

Calm down, breaths,
Shes screaming pig, Up the car resisting this arrest,
37 acting like shes 19, As a little boy sits his momma,
it was just a dream, Off he goes again to another family,
Wishing God would have blessed him, then this hell he sees,
Strangers seed, From 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 momma cry the night,
He was watching his night light out,
Whispering soft to the walls, Stopping any sense of doubt,
Hes for the better day in tomorrow,
He to ask her every morning, Tell me whered that smile go?
in the bottle, From sip to swallow,
Hes likely to follow, she throws an apology,
With love he hed never know.

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

One three uncles, Two aunts a nephew,
Four sisters no brother, No half a mother,
Six cousins clients and a PO, One bedroom one window one bath,
Shared by something mother fucking, Low life people,
Just a in a sinners world, Born to be free,
Fascination of ejaculation, Mourn victim in the
Born from the seed,
Not a chance in hell, Fell in in life,
Selling and such, Till the time was right,
up his game, LH wanted the call,
Started shit older dudes, Shots fired lids fall,
Bled out on the concrete, Never it home,
Drug money the food, So the children wouldnt moan,
Last he uttered softly, Struggling for breath,
Blood bubbles at his side, The washed away whats left.

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

The eviction notice the kid awake this morning,
Baby get up and gets scared, When none of the lights in the house are working,
Daddy already knows the phones are dead,
And as the cycle goes, Hes not quick on fixing this,
Before his morning fix of and gin,
Hes if he can just leave her with the relatives,
While he a savage, An arrest away from twelve steps,
A of rejects and neglect,
And its hereditary, Laced with memories,
Consistently just keeping dreams captive and confined within sleep,
just another apathetic breed,
Lost in distilled 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,
Born with halos,
Fighting,
For the side of hell.

Aguilera]
Im for, Blaming you
For everything, I couldnt do
And Ive myself, By hurting you