Текст песни Shaldon - Истина

What do you live for, and to whom were you sold?
The dirty rap breed is no longer in vogue
Sometimes I want to take it, I pray to God
For the fact that one more day was not in vain
My voice does not tremble, I lose my meaning anymore
Again under the knives, and a new track is written
City of vice and lies
It's high time to understand that life is powerful
In the strength of the spirit of each person
You can listen to the little poet
Verb the truth, the correct prohibition
And everyone should probably lock you up there
It would be better if you all greeted your mint yard
Classics of this world to be always connected
Without leaving relatives, somewhere near the memory
And remembering them only when you fall

Die a carrion and forget about the world
Try to survive the war, since you are so strong
I'm sick of dying on every track you have
Where there is no sky, where there is ash
And you keep raving about money, brother
They rule the world, don't tell me nonsense
First of all, you just betrayed yourself
Passing the ashes to my brothers around
Strength in the thought of a desperate tale
Strength shot of the spirit of the people verse
The power of just a smile for joy
Not a miserable grin at dirty tricks
Don't ask me questions if there are answers
They are all in the book, and you rarely read
You can just make yourself believe it
When there is faith, there is truth in the power of the answer

And so, just a note to you,
There are Russian poets in the cis
Maybe worse than Em, even Kanye West
But the goal is one, you will fill the crowd with a concert