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letra de divine intervention - panthadogg

intro:
cause there’s no other sound in this world that makes a sick note
than the sound of the wind whistling through a slit throat
yo

verse 1:
somebody call an ambulance, f-ck the ambience
this man has just been shanked out of pure and pure arrogance
keep your head up, try to breathe, keep pressure on the wound, dog
please don’t take another one of my bredren too soon, god
999, he’s pale and diaphoretic, plus he’s diabetic
i’ve seen this story before and i don’t want to write it on reddit
thе blood’s soaking his shirt and it’s leaking out like unleadеd
he’s 24 and his daughter’s 4, where the f-ck is the medic?
he raised his hope anchor unique deity and took off his promise ring
through the blood he spake, “i need you to make a promise ting”
take care of my family, keep em outta dire straights
at this point, i couldn’t take it and out came my crying face
and as his breath rattled in his lungs like his daughter’s toys
he slipped away at midday with a choking and gagging noise
i’m sorry lord for ignoring the first rule of your recipe
love first, everything else is a necessity
there’s no other sound in this world that makes a sick note
than the sound of the wind whistling through a slit throat
we need to change our ways in order for a shot at redemption
and become the no.1 contenders for the divine intervention
chorus:
divine intervention which requires our attention
time to touch up on the subjects that we’re too scared to mention
can’t stay afloat, if the rest of the world is out of sync
a ticking time bomb and this sh-t’s on the brink
we come from all walks of life, but choose to run our own race
we gotta build up trust and protect each other like a phone case
let’s call an order, make a pact, avoid detention
turn the tides just in time for our divine intervention

verse 2:
he got one year clean to the day
i willed him not to throw it all away
but as a result of his ason uniqueness and bravado
they sliced up and diced his corpse in the morgue like avocado
we found his body at the bottom of a stairwell
he was gone before we had chance to say a farewell
no way of telling if it was an accident or something rash
but he’d taken snow, blow, crack, lsd and hash
and pentoxifylline, good night irene
the rozzers ruled it out as a possible crime scene
he was supposed to meet us at the bottom of the train track
truth is, he was “out” and the motherf-cker never came back
we’re depressed, f-cking smoking so much our diet is
turning to bronchitis, the devil inside don’t know what exercise is
the games we play have bent rules and nasty surprises
we’d get blasted in the car park and create tyre skids
i could turn capri-sun into pineapple malibu
and robinson’s squash into jack daniels, too
no way you could reverse the damage done to my cortex
get lifted with me and drift with me, it’s better than raw s-x
spin, spin, spin, spin, spin like a vortex
don’t think i don’t understand the effects of more x
but these drugs are like my children, trust, needs a must
and i’m cartwheeling up the ceiling at the memories of us
b-ll-cks
chorus:
divine intervention which requires our attention
time to touch up on the subjects that we’re too scared to mention
can’t stay afloat, if the rest of the world is out of sync
a ticking time bomb and this sh-t’s on the brink
we come from all walks of life, but choose to run our own race
we gotta build up trust and protect each other like a phone case
let’s call an order, make a pact, avoid detention
turn the tides just in time for our divine intervention

- panthadogg

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