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letra de walking at night - nightwalker

[verse 1:]

this is bedlam, but i made myself feel welcome in a savage place
you treat me like an animal, then i’ll react like apes
i don’t exaggerate, but it’s safer when i’m not p-ssed
i’m comfortable with violence, i could sleep inside a moshpit
i never popped chryst, just shrooms and k!ller beats tabs
and a ski-mask with friends in psychwards, jail cells, and rehabs
turned apartments into beat labs, ’til i got evicted
charged with an armed robbery, but never got convicted
i’m not vindictive, i’m something worse that’s way beyond that
i skip the arguments and go straight to combat
keep your contract bazzelisk <--(?), i'm not for sale any vampiric parasite that crossed my path, got impaled surprised i'm not in jail, i'm too elusive new exclusive albums every couple years, then back to reclusive your tattoos look stupid, what f-ckin' tribe you in as police sirens spin, i only hear the violins chorus: in a life of madness, what would you expect an author to write as darkness approaches, i refuse to walk toward the light thinking, i would never thrive in the corporate life this is the diary of a vagabond, walking at night [2x] [verse 2:] yo, i was a wronged child, with a grin on my face, but no smile outcasted, never adapted, but always had my own style i was so wild, leather couch visits, at a young age so many problems at school, they couldn't fit them all on one page i had dumb rage, not dumb as in stupid, but dumb like a lot out of all the kids in my hood, i was the baddest one on the block yelling at grown ups, reach for the kitchen knife and pull it out i remember cops came, when i tried to blow up my neighbor's house i had a reputation, and i never took my medication a g*nius, mistaken for a f-ckin' mental patient in the bas-m-nt, i used my father's tools to make some nice weapons then used those tools to teach other people life's lessons i liked steppin' out of line, but i would drift back while you were grounded, i was selling weed and drinking six packs getting into mishaps and growing as a result i had more respect then, than you have now as an adult [chorus] [verse 3:] yeah, yo as i proceed to grow i keep this on a basis that's need to know "are you still doing music?", yes, "cool, are you sleeping?", no to each his own, fine, then i want everything settle for nothing, remove cotton from gloves and enterings let's do this old school, before lawsuits and pro-tools when foes dueled, 'cause new music is diluted like old dudes it tastes like something's missing, so i'm posting up in kitchens the feeling, filling in the gap of chicks i stuck my d-ck in in public p-ssing, drunk as f-ck, with a bone to pick i used to play sports, catching cases, and throwing fists and i won't enlist in any army except for my own i'm a soldier that went awol on a quest for the throne protecting my home, rowdy as f-ck, so adjacent neighbors are in trouble, like a kid about to conversate with strangers it should say danger on yellow signs surrounding me 'cause i don't got sh-ts, so how the f-ck are you gonna beat it out of me [chorus]

- nightwalker

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