Научится бы не париться (Градусы) &  Окей (Тима Белорусских) — Влад Вата

(Puppet Strings) I told Marley the Martian you may not understand now you understand in the future when you have a family of your own I ain't signing no birth certificate so they can throw me in jail and take my license and take half your check I sign over my rights before I do that now your mother and the government can have custody of you not getting a dollar out of me and your tax me on everything in this world on Allah the only thing that's free in this life is jail time and you get that for not paying child support my best advice beat The matrix and when you think things getting hard they got a thing for us father's card sign over our rights so the government and the mother can have full custody I'm from the hood I ain't hear nothing I ain't see nothing I don't know nothing and I ain't signing nothing let me talk to my lawyer have him go over this paperwork before I sign over my rights I ain't going to tell you again don't get caught up in paperwork next 18 years paying child support and them give you jail time and taking half your check once you sign it's hard to get off the game is free don't forget I told you that now you know you can get some money from me son you know I love my kids with all my heart fuck the system🧐since they like playing mind games and splitting families up🫵🏿and leaving fathers and mothers to do jail time and take their license so they don't have a way to work they playing a dirty game telling the child's mother she can only work certain hours and telling the father he got to work two jobs so they can take both checks half of them in still throw him in jail if he don't pay child support or miss a payment better yet even take your license so you can't drive or get a job🖕🏿 Happy ten year birthday Doss Marley Ware son I'm still here👀🥳😍😘🫡

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Yeah… shadows creepin’ in the heartland
From the mosques to the malls, they plantin’ flags in our sand
Radical whispers turnin’ to roars
Time to wake up, America – this ain’t your daddy’s war.[Hook]
Rise of the crescent blade, cuttin’ through the stars and stripes
From the cities to the plains, they preachin’ holy fights
Why? ‘Cause freedom ain’t in their book, it’s chains and lies
How? We stand as one, no divide in our eyes
Should? Hell yeah, before the blood runs rivers wide
Need? To keep our soil clean, no room for genocide pride
White, black, brown, native – brothers in the line
Don’t bring your bullshit here, this land’s ours by design![Verse 1 – The Rise]
Started slow, visas and dreams, but underneath the scheme
Mosques poppin’ up like weeds in the American dream
Preachin’ peace on Sunday, but Friday it’s jihad fire
Convert or conquer, that’s the radical wire
From Minnesota streets to Cali shores
They buildin’ cells in the shadows, knockin’ on our doors
Why it rose? Open borders, weak knees in DC
Let ‘em in with smiles, now they plottin’ on you and me
Imported hate, twisted faith, call it what it is
Ain’t about God, it’s control, wrapped in a terrorist kiss.[Hook]
Rise of the crescent blade, cuttin’ through the stars and stripes
From the cities to the plains, they preachin’ holy fights
Why? ‘Cause freedom ain’t in their book, it’s chains and lies
How? We stand as one, no divide in our eyes
Should? Hell yeah, before the blood runs rivers wide
Need? To keep our soil clean, no room for genocide pride
White, black, brown, native – brothers in the line
Don’t bring your bullshit here, this land’s ours by design![Verse 2 – The Why & Should]
Why eradicate? ‘Cause it poisons the well we drink
Twists minds of the young, makes ‘em martyrs in a blink
Sharia shadows over Lady Liberty’s light
Honor killings, stonings – that ain’t our fight
Should we? Damn right, for the kids in the yard
For the vets who bled red, white, blue – hit ‘em hard
It’s hate disguised as holy, dividin’ us by design
But we see through the veil, time to draw the line
No mercy for the madness that bombs our parades
Eradicate the root, before it escalates.[Bridge – growled with beat drop, heavy bass rumble]
Black fists raised with white rifles cocked
Brown boots marchin’ with native war hawks
From Harlem to the Rez, from farms to the hood
We built this blood, sweat – now we understood
Unity’s the weapon they fear the most
One nation, under fire, coast to coast.[Verse 3 – The How & Need]
How? Close the gates, vet ‘em like hawks on prey
Deport the preachers spittin’ venom every day
Educate the masses, expose the hidden hand
Arm up legally, stand your ground on this land
Need it? Like air in our lungs, or we

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