Singer: Loc-Dog. Page 2

I respect my elders, but sometimes not
And I was able to be proud of then.

In a dilapidated airport of my soul fly planes of happiness.

Permanently is to die for five minutes was dead.

People expect miracles, I want miracles, sitting on the ground.

That's life, and how you don't cram -
Can unexpectedly slip from straight a's to three.

Up to the sky, through the dirt yard,
It is not washed away by this gloss, as if I'm high or have risen.

I begin to rise again, fighting demons and angels
So, I can be saved!
Winter or summer, every day
Step by step moving towards the light.

Every RUB, how to do, that the country settled,
But empty bottles filled up his room.

Sometimes it happens that sinned the most,
The result was the most honest on the threshold of the temple.
After all, he had nowhere to go, and he asks not for wealth,
When he asks about the good life.

Do not hold on to me - keep trying, keep!

Life is something we hardly write protocols.

The battle for pieces of worthless latest fire
Continues here day by day.

How tiny we are with you once was.
Without waiting for the handshake trick
Now, dirty money there are many have replaced God.

I was upstairs and downstairs, no bullshit -
All the same spoiled.