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  • Текст песни the streets - Turn the Page

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    "Turn The Page"

    That's it
    Turn the page on the day, walk away
    'cos there's sense in what I say
    I'm 45th generation Roman
    But I don't know 'em
    Or care when I'm spitting
    So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting
    I'm miles ahead and they chase me
    Show yer face on TV, then we'll see
    You can't do half, my crew laughs
    At yer rhubarb and custard verses
    You rain down curses but I'm waving,
    Yer hearse is driving by
    Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky
    All stare, eyes glazed
    Garage burnt down, the fire raged
    For 40 days and in 40 ways
    But through the blaze they see it fade
    The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
    Then a figure emerges from the wastage
    Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
    One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky
    They wonder how, they wonder why
    The sky turns white, it all becomes clear
    They felt lifted from their fears
    They shed tears in the light
    After 6 dark years
    Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
    Cracks and smoulders
    5 years older and wiser
    The fires are burning on fire, never tire
    Slay warriors in the forests and on higher
    We sing, hear the strings rising
    The war's over, the bells ring
    Memories fading, soldiers slaying
    Looks like geezers raving
    The hazy fog over the Bull Ring
    The lazy ways the birds sing
    A new baby's born every day
    Few men may be scorned today
    But look at things the other way
    Cos it may well be yer final day
    And then the crowds roar, they slay, they all say
    I produce this using only my bare wit
    Gimme a jungle, a garage beat and admit defeat,
    Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile
    Get all applications into me before the deadline
    Cos it's a fine line between strifeful crimes
    And a life of crime
    But you will reach the day, and it's all mine
    You can take it or leave it,
    I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
    In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker
    Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water
    To the next life from the fortress
    Away from the knives and slaughter
    To their wives and daughters
    Once more before the Lord judges over all of us
    Cos in this place you'll see me
    Brace yourself, cos this goes deep
    I'll show you the secrets, the sky and the birds
    Actions speak louder than words
    Stand by me my apprentice
    Be brave, clench fists.

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