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ATK - Qu'est Ce Que Tu Deviens -

Hal bad 
LilMahed x Morphine x Para2x
Producer:Klay 
Publish Manager:vnshlone
Cover: Mr pixel 
18Trap

Hal bad[Prod Klay]

You tell me, "I've been there too, you know." 
That distant, fading, little rising glow.
"that glow oh - woe, little rising dough, falling slow."

You think you see the shadows in my eyes,
aye that what you have done should suffice?
You say you understand,
you this here, holding your hand?

But, see—even said in kind,
Formed in a gentle mind.
I swear, you're blind.

The common ground we walk is only dirt,
It doesn't tell the nature of the hurt.
See, what we've lost,
you and I,
Under this same horizon,
same sky.

We fly two birds of a feather,
We've weathered this weather,
Together.

I was there for you,

I've bled,
I've fed,
I've said the same names as you.
What is more,
through and tried,
I have carried this along your side,
never once did I run and hide.

never once did I make an excuse.
never once would I have refused,
to attend a funeral of a child.

The field in which you plough,
In which those flowers grow some how.
That field in which you sow your thoughts,
That place from where you take your shots.

There grows not flower of my kind,
They look the same, but oh, you mind.

In my field stands proud and tall,
A sunflower rising through it all.

Fair, fair, take your share,
Take your part of this stolen heart.
Petty little start,
Should you even wish to take part.

Alas, as it was,
This atlas,
Born of brass,
Molten metal compass.

I carry all the stories and the weight,
Standing right here outside your locked gate.

So much tradition,
so much not left to wishin,
Whishin things were different.
Whishin time could have been spent.

See, friend, 
see where were you,
Where were you,
When the dawn broke through.

Where were you,
When her last breath left her lung,
When the final syllable left her tongue.

Aye, young, too young.
But friend, you know that stung.
It broke me full

"Nej, jag skriver inte för din skull."

I write it down for truth and for the cost,
For everything that we have truly lost.

I write so you have a chance to change,
Start to re-arrange,
This between you and me.
I write, hoping that you'll see.

Hoping that you'll someday start,
Part from that bubble in which you live.
Hoping you will someday give, Back.
This piece of my heart.

Hoping you'll truly happily take part,
In her story.

Because it is not over.

The field in which you plough,
In which those flowers grow some how.

That field in which you sow your thoughts,
That place from where you take your shots.

There grows not flower of my kind,
They look the same, but oh, you mind.

In my field stands proud and tall,
A sunflower rising through it all.

She's got my heart,
More than just a little part.
Blood of my blood,
Stains in the mud.

Weary little wonderful woe,
You should be so lucky to know.

Le son qui tue (avec Natty)

Rohff

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