Charles Bradley (Les Professionnels Edit)

Текст песни Young Gliss - Charles Bradley (Les Professionnels Edit)

Charles Bradley Lyrics[Young Gliss]
Yeah, turn on your T.V., what you seeing?
Murder on the news again, looks like [?]
[?] what I sell, so there's no victor
So I'mma read a scripture, help [?] get the picture
But I guess it would be null and void
'Cause no one really cares, [?] [?] [?]
What's happening right in front of they eyes
Instead of making a stand, they just let it [?] slide
Under the table, like fuck it, what doesn't affect my pockets is not a topic
That's the motto of these rich folk
That never think about going broke
So if you lower class, you should grab a [?]
'Cause ain't no winning, pockets are [?]
Trying to save up every quarter will get your daughter [?] kitchen
I know times gotta be hard
On the boulevard of broken dreams where everybody starves
[Hook: sample]

[Young Gliss]
It's a blessing if you make it here
With the slum dogs trying to be millionaires
Where the youth's wasting their days in paradise
Being blinded by the T.V.'s and the flashing lights
See in the slums, we graduating [?] buying ice
But if you failed the class, you going [?] [?]
Out here, where we occupy the streets
And that Wall Street banker dream is hardly ever reached
Just a baller, or rapper that's all they wanna be
With ambitions of a dope dealer, how can you achieve
All the dreams that you wish for
And once you open that door
You're going down the rabbit hole slow, you're done for
And did I mention this, there's no redemption
That's a mission impossible that only God can sentence
But try to put yourself in they shoes, I bet you feel different
In the streets, in the cold, without a pot to piss in
Damn, I know times gotta be hard
On the boulevard of broken dreams where everybody starves

[Hook: sample]