Текст песни Rap royal - 3 Простите

Rap royal-3 Sorry

I'm sorry that I'm not like you all
That I stand out in the gray crowd
That I did not succumb to a terrible fate
That I found salvation only at the bottom
That the world around us only whips up evil
I'm still alive and lucky
That I chose to rap and not your shit
That only the Beatles heal my soul
That our government is wretched and sorry
That I want to become a pop brute
I'm locked in a notebook cage besides
What I forgot S.t.a.f. but I remembered the nerd
What you say is purely for fun
Is it a sin or just a lost success
Throw sins at me I'm ready
But I will stay among forgotten courtyards

But I'm still on my feet
And I know that fear won't swallow me
Forgive me who once offended
But no foot to hell is my abode

Forgive me for not being like you
That defying fate did not put it in my pants
That I didn't throw my friends as you did
That I go to my goal in spite of everything
Which of the many familiar units I respect
That baby music of relatives I only adore
That I am able to love
That you will never take that love away from me
I should have died and still live
I love the beat and the silence
That my style is different from others
That in a quarrel with my beloved, I did not pick up a knife
I write at night at night at night
I am no psycho and did not surrender to doctors executioners
Not the one you would like to see on the poster
I'm not an ordinary person, but it's hard to offend me

But I'm still on my feet
And I know that fear won't swallow me
Forgive me who once offended
But no foot to hell is my abode