Little People - The Procussions.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Brian Roberson
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[00:09.87][Verse 1: Mr. J. Medeiros]
[00:28.904]Envision the prison of age
[00:30.378]Where the apparent disposition
[00:31.854]Is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a cage
[00:33.959]Who hits the parents when decisions are made
[00:35.986]To not listen and they got their fists in opposition to fair play
[00:39.332]Must be in your submission to rage
[00:40.939]You became a victim the same way
[00:42.980]The system done gave way
[00:44.239]Inflicting the same pain
[00:45.354]Your convicted and can't blame
[00:46.804]Recondition your brain till your convinced you can't change
[00:49.334]Understandably wishin' family tradition won't land you in a position
[00:52.856]Where you feelin' the rain
[00:54.103]Lonely without a home, cause now your child's grown
[00:56.510]Wearing a milestone like its the only tie you own
[00:59.166]Crying when your alone
[01:00.252]Hoping that God forgives you, wondering if your kids do
[01:02.842]No one should have to live through
[01:04.124]The violence that you been through
[01:05.325]The fight that's still within you
[01:06.574]Its time to make things right and free the child that lives in you
[01:08.929][Hook]
[01:09.714]Hear me...see me...
[01:12.136]Do you even know I'm still breathing
[01:14.735]I listen to the sounds of a TV
[01:16.872]The only thing that really wants to reach me
[01:19.692]Daddy listen...Mommy please...
[01:22.207]There must be a better way to raise me
[01:24.546]I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
[01:26.832]Into a silence that kills me
[01:28.574][Verse 2: Stro]
[01:28.930]There Billy stands in twenty below gripping his coat
[01:31.972]That froze two hours ago
[01:33.600]Dramatic I know, but cold ain't it, seven year old's waiting
[01:36.539]Takes another look at a picture that lost time painted
[01:39.227]We say put it away I can't look at it
[01:41.766]The truth stings a little when you look at it
[01:44.199]We're creating a mold of bad habits
[01:46.142]When the teacher got eleven year old's that blast at 'em
[01:48.94]And the world tunes in just then
[01:50.348]Listening to every word that he should have heard at age ten
[01:53.024]Then daddy wonders where it all began
[01:55.320]He could call you a father, but couldn't really ever call you a friend
[01:58.265]You worked hard to provide a home for good living
[02:00.930]And you figured, that's all that you really had to give 'em
[02:03.938]Now, if you don't know much know this
[02:05.882]All work, no play, far cry, near miss
[02:08.333][Hook]
[02:09.235]Hear me...see me...
[02:11.509]Do you even know I'm still breathing
[02:14.016]I listen to the sounds of a TV
[02:16.178]The only thing that really wants to reach me
[02:18.830]Daddy listen...Mommy please...
[02:21.229]There must be a better way to raise me
[02:23.614]I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
[02:26.334]Into a silence that kills me
[02:28.268][Verse 3: Rez]
[02:28.590]It was once said that the
[02:29.228]Grass will wither and the flowers will fall down
[02:30.813]And every man will pass when his number gets called
[02:32.890]But when a child takes his life that type of logic don't work out
[02:35.587]A flower never chose to pluck its own pedals out
[02:37.763]And through out of the tears it gets so clear
[02:40.445]That the son I held dear I lost somewhere
[02:42.856]Between my work passion and a child size casket
[02:45.510]Hard to grasp when these dreams keep flashing his
[02:48.159]Cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table and
[02:50.515]A white sheet stain with a mothers pain a grief
[02:52.917]Every day I wake to face this feeling of pain
[02:54.857]So I milk the scapegoat to ease this feeling of blame thinking
[02:57.988]What kind of man am I? What kind of mother were you?
[03:00.623]What kind of life did we subject our child to?
[03:02.805]Wishing I would have listened I would have probably seen clues
[03:05.378]Praying for salvation that his soul could sure use
[03:07.753][Hook]
[03:08.267]Hear me...see me...
[03:10.967]Do you even know I'm still breathing
[03:13.141]I listen to the sounds of a TV
[03:15.80]The only thing that really wants to reach me
[03:18.451]Daddy listen...Mommy please...
[03:20.844]There must be a better way to raise me
[03:23.129]I'm yelling till my ears can't hear me
[03:25.515]Into a silence that kills me
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