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letra de mc - gatch

im michael collins in flesh the mic was common in breathes
the mic i’m holding michael jackson michael collins the rest
i acknowledge the crest, the creed and colour of skin
i bleed the blood of human you’d rather judge me a sin (x2)

from michael jordan to tyson they sliced the chord of a sinner
rises in suicide the irish morgue getting bigger
isis and foolish pride, a crisis for you and i
the price of a human life should be priceless i beg to differ

im michael collins in flesh i like to ponder with death
reciting poems and verses my vices turn into breathes
spited worded a mess, judging my current wisdom
predicting i’ll turn to prison with literal bars to live in (x2)

with criminal scars how could i be starred a christian
i poke and provoke your thoughts at ten i started b-tching
and then i started listening, logic began to set in
eleven years of age with the rage of an adolescent
a pessimist starting early, the pearly gates wouldn’t open
i learned the ways of the sensei by turning my rage to focus
burning the page i wrote this with flaming anger resenting
the cage they plan to let in a plague and have us dead
or in deaths wish falling from deaths grip
collins predicted that we were f-cked and his head split
now we have brexit, how can us men live
how can a collin really be honest when honesty isn’t celtic

im michael collins in flesh the mic was common in breathes
the mic i’m holding michael jackson michael collins the rest
i acknowledge the crest, the creed and color of skin
i bleed the blood of human you’d rather judge me a sin(x2)

i sank in floods of a king, drank the blood of his savior
my hands were cuffed to a lie, but i was judged as the slaver
i’ve had enough of this life, its time to crumple the paper
i’ve had it tough in my sight, maybe i’ll jump to my grave
be engraved being loved being saved being hugged
being blamed being judged seeing flames seeing blood
be ashamed be in love be the same be the one
to be brave to be shunned i was made to be hung
where were you when i was mortal would you care to be honest?
where were you when i was torn between a blade and a promise
where were you when i was born inside this hate riddled province
if i’m honest, theres just a handful of people who made me long
for affection wanting social acception
being told in rejection that i am nothing and never will be the best
i can be pursuing music, looked upon as a judas
it took me long to be real with myself so now the truth is
im michael collins in death, 23rd of august
im resurrected to die like he did, for being honest
im resurrected like christ as a kid, giving you solace
the knowledge of being born with the gift of christopher wallace

- gatch

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