Представляем точный текст композиции "Land Of The Lost" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста South Park Mexican . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Land Of The Lost» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую South Park Mexican передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
South Park Mexican - "Land Of The Lost"
Lyrics to Land Of The Lost : [First Verse (SPM):] He was the son of a dope man, what he saw was what he learned He left school, now its finally his turn To rob and steal, but he feels he needs to stop and chill Cuz deep in his heart he knows that God is real Mama still tries, to open his eyes Cuz the way a man lives is the way a man dies His fathers doin twenty-five to life Cuz the love of money cuts like a knife Blinding lights, he doesnt know which way to go His best friend just got killed two days ago He writes his Dad the first letter that he ever wrote A little note, about how bad his heart was broke Before the mail, could even reach his jail cell The boy was murdered at a neighborhood hotel Sellin wholesale, just like his pop taught him Rock bottom, a muthafuckin cop shot him [Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):] We always will.... Remember you... We always will... Have love for you... A taste of life.... And now your gone... You found a life.... In the Land of the Lost.... [Second Verse (SPM):] They met when they was teenagers, around the tenth grade She fell in love, and now he wants to get paid He convinced her to work at the buck naked And everything she made dancing he would take it She got a fake I.D., and a club license A second life, that she had to live in silence At seventeen, she got the strength to finally leave him Thats when she met the demon It was a cold murder, he made sure that he really hurt her Over dumb shit, but he had to take it further Circumstances that led to last dances She hit the canvas, now she at Saint Frances Six o clock services, feel the nervousness Of having to look at death perfectless Im smokin roaches burnin the shit out my fingers Rememberin the words of the Church choir singers [Chorus] [Third Verse (SPM):] Another Mexican gangbanger Set tripper, wig splitter A trigger happy ditch digger Itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival Vida loca, another word for suicidal Same color of skin, but different color rags Browns puttin browns up in body bags Every two or three streets is a different clique They got no love for themselves so they livin sick For centuries we been fillin penitentaries Its plain to see, were our worst enemy The smartest, most talented of the raza Is all dead or doin time for a fuckin Tronza Geniuses, all dyin meaningless Cuz they cant find a way to break free from this Needless to say, the gangsta that I speak of G-Love, is layin in a grave that he dug [Chorus (2x)] [ Land Of The Lost Lyrics ]
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