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letra de what's left - outcasts

[verse 1: frinessse]
spider with nine eyes, seen sh-t no one else can see
nothing’s a surprise
if you’re pessimistic as me
at a high f-ckin’ degree
caught in a web as can be
lived in a poor land where noone gives a sh-t
how poor you are, how much you eat
400 bucks per month
half of the country is on a bread hunt
oh what? santa brought me coal again?
cause i stole from a store with my friends?
politics stealin but won’t admit it
we also want money,c-nts, beat it!
mom couldn’t get a job
now tell me a reason why not to set up a bomb
we moved to another country
finally had enough money
to live a normal life
no big reason to blow my brain like a fife
croatian politics should get gelded
b-tches, i hope you get melted
should’ve cut kolindas head off, and mailed it
these issues need to be dealt with
they’re serious, politics delirious
that garlic looks suspicious
but their necks delicious
i’m happy i have something to sink my t–th in

[verse 2: ansey]
i grew up in this cold world, we ain’t got much
i know my dad was tryin’ his best to give us hot lunch
cuz gettin’ food wasn’t smooth, it didn’t cost much
but we never felt flush, only seeking god’s touch
i remember the days when we played a lot
in the parking lot, we were always talkin’ soft
no one cared, if it was dark or not
chillin in darkened spots, these memories flow in my heart
cuz we was safe in those streets
behaved but our deeds
were shaming, police was claiming to be
the savior of poverty, but how could it be
that our families had beef
with the government, and as if that is not enough
these people are hatin’ us, why?
they wanna throw us out, they think we are terrorists, that’s why
this sh-t is messed up, we hear our sisters crying
and we can only sit and watch, our soldiers die
it doesn’t matter how hard we’re gonna try to free
ourselves, f-ckers will keep denying, see
theyon’t know, we won’t leave them unreplied

[chorus: frinessse & ansey ]
what’s left
when your life is a mess
and god puts you on a test, now tell me what’s left
when you live in a dirty nest
when you always give, but always get less
now tell me what’s left
when your life is a mess
and god puts you on a test, now tell me what’s left
when you live in a dirty nest, when you always give but always get less
tell me what’s left

[verse 3: frinessse]
now i know there are
people with greater needs
seein them, my life ain’t hard
still if you think imma punk, you can suck on these
we’re only chipmunks, compared to politics
stupid f-ckin pr-cks
lies are the only things you can spread
people need bread, you d-ckhead!
the f-ck can i say, i do miss my friends
theyre the presidents prey
hope they dont live in tents
can’t even afford a suit
this f-ckin sh-t makes me puke

[verse 4: ansey]
now try to picture me smilin’ in a photo
filin’ a lawsuit to a small dude, who tried to force me to
steal and hide a suit in the mall cuz it cost too much
for him, i don’t need to try, i would have lost in the court
– too bad, see it’s prolly cuz i’m too different
from these people, everytime i try to be like ’em
i end up bein excluded, cuz’ i’m not like them
me? i just want to be included, well this is what’s left

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