Rusted Faces
Those dam mother fuckers don't give a damn about the way I live, about the thing I claim.
They ignore the real weight of my life thinking their life are much louder than mine. They judge my friends my clothes and my name they got the power, but I still got pain, but I don't give a damn, just keep a front for their eyes. Gonna make those mother fuckers realize. I'm blind, I'm def but most of all I'm dumb. To you I'm a number and I've got to run. Why should I pay for your crimes with my tears? Why is there a smile on the 20 dollars bill?
Rusty face for you my friend I tell ya. In god we trust you tell me but let me tell you I don't.
Those mother fuckers don't give a damn about the way I live, about the thing I claim. Rusted blood in your rusted veines, rusted laws are the rusted chains. Your religion I don't want anymore let me move let me choose, I'm sick to the core. Ignorant that's the name I give ya, looked up minds and rusted souls. Out of date or simple-minded so stupid to believe it. I shoult my lyrics straight to you like a bomb. I give any credit and on floor let you drop.
Those damn mother fuckers...
And make those MFS realize...
They ignore the real weight of my life thinking their life are much louder than mine. They judge my friends my clothes and my name they got the power, but I still got pain, but I don't give a damn, just keep a front for their eyes. Gonna make those mother fuckers realize. I'm blind, I'm def but most of all I'm dumb. To you I'm a number and I've got to run. Why should I pay for your crimes with my tears? Why is there a smile on the 20 dollars bill?
Rusty face for you my friend I tell ya. In god we trust you tell me but let me tell you I don't.
Those mother fuckers don't give a damn about the way I live, about the thing I claim. Rusted blood in your rusted veines, rusted laws are the rusted chains. Your religion I don't want anymore let me move let me choose, I'm sick to the core. Ignorant that's the name I give ya, looked up minds and rusted souls. Out of date or simple-minded so stupid to believe it. I shoult my lyrics straight to you like a bomb. I give any credit and on floor let you drop.
Those damn mother fuckers...
And make those MFS realize...
Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Suzat Plessy, Marc David Arch Gulbenkian, Thierry Jean Molinier, Pascal Jean Sta. Koziareck, Celestin Perrot Guy, Laurent Seroussi
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