i talk to my friends Day by day We study, chat, tell jokes---that are cray Until tuesday When one of my friends had something to say He came out to us as gay man he was crying because his parents thought of dying Because of his son Being one of the different ones He insisted Only if life consisted love and passion for everyone Then him too wouldn't need a gun To end his life Damn kid he's going through a lot of strife He's Cool dude on the other hand Don't know why his parents won't ducking understand That he's exercising his human right But in his household it's never bright His family ain't religious at all So why be apalled Ever since he came out they wouldn't even call His son He's like a pun Living with none But himself all his friends but me left him on the shelf Because he's gay why the fuck does he live that way Someone cried out now his chances of living is in doubt why mouth negative things that make the devil sing And cry out my friend died out Quicker than quicksand I just don't know why his parents didn't understand I know how you feel Uh keep it real A year later another guy came out Like he blew his name out To everyone Then people were to open to shun him on every move I don't think people were in the mood Of accepting a gay guy Everytime he walked by The lunch hall Some assholes would call Him names in a bad way He didn't feel the same To get mocked and blocked Everywhere he go Shows why people kill themselves Because his peers are raising hell Well you have to tell yourself The best for yourself And nothing else Or you don't know what time well tell Because you got to live kid
Yo dust, you familiar with the legendary kev brown? This reminds me of his style very much.. i love it! Was looking for this one when i bumped into your channel since ages. Hope you doing good and bless you man
He visto a gente ensuciarse por sentirse menos guarros Y a sucios limpiarse por aparentar He visto a gente darse de hostias por cigarros Y cigarros que han sentado como hostias Enciérranos ya, y materializa nuestra noluntad Sólo buscaré cuando no quede nada por buscar Vamos ya, al lugar donde esperan nuestros hijos A ser despojados de su vida sin su voluntad Jamás perdonaré a mis padres El no preguntarme al darme la vida Pero siempre les agradeceré con júbilo Que hayan hecho que merezca ser vivida Porque lo incompleto está completo Lo torcido recto, lo escaso repleto El respeto abunda en el insurrecto Y en efecto, mis defectos no son conceptos quietos Hoy el cielo está precioso, aunque llueva Aunque marchite tu mirada y sepa que duela Hoy las nubes lloran pese a ser primavera Intentan apagar el fatuo luto de mis velas - Yo no escucho la radio (qué va) Escucho a las abuelas, el crujir de mis labios Se va acercando a otro mas no vuela Y aunque duela llegará la esquela a su patio Acércate, y bésame despacio Hasta que el tiempo escuche al espacio Hasta que los pájaros no canten su canción Mientras tanto queda mucho por hablarnos En estos 16 años he visto tanta mierda... A gente grande sintiéndose pequeña Tantos árboles convertidos en leña Para iluminar a peña que ni aprende ni enseña He aprendido que todo es bueno, pues te construye Que el más humano no es el tenaz, sino el que huye Que el valiente no es quien no siente el miedo Es quien lo domina, mata al ego y fluye Y se intuye, que vendrán tiempos mejores Dicen mientras maldicen y lloran en la cama Mienten cegados por ilusiones pues El tiempo que te cura hoy te matará mañana - Quiero tener los ojos de ese niño inocente Que no me miren diferente por ser inteligente Quiero a alguien que sienta lo que le cuente O a alguien que me cuente que me siente y no mienta Y revienta, que te miren desde abajo siempre Que no entiendan un carajo y aparenten Que muestren a la gente lo que un servidor les trajo Y como un tajo de arriba a abajo ni te recuerden Y es triste, ver a capullos ir de buenos Y a buenos ir de capullos, joder En un mundo así, ¿Cómo no perder la fe? ¿Como creer en un dios que al parecer no nos ve? Y si lo hace, no es tan poderoso o tal vez sea malo Tal vez sea que se la sudamos, ¿No? El miedo al castigo castiga si nos equivocamos Entonces pa qué estas vivo? Pa algo eres humano Y todavía es temprano, pa ser hermanos y vivir en paz Preferimos ser esclavos que luchar por libertad Sólo recuperaré la fe en la humanidad El día que Zenit el Hombre Don vuelva al rap
Venimos desde abajo vamos hacia la cumbre Si no lo consigo no me relajo, es insalubre Como bilardo ten go un par de costumbres Escucha estos raps con una birra uña viernes
We've all been forced to grow up in a culture that produced violence, ignorance, and hate. If we didn't fight it then we took it in with a warm embrace. Sad when people are used to recognizing a smiling face We claim that we all love each other, but that's a little something I'd like to negotiate. Tell me what's love when you're fighting and killing over the brand new clothes Or is it more love when you're calling each other sluts, whores, and hoes. I try to look for the light, but only the darkness shows. Oh Lord, the story never stops but only goes. Maybe if we had more of God, things would be different. But no, we want more of us and less of Him. We don't want any light, prefer to keep things dim. We tend to live life dying for next to nothing. We're always willing to fight, but never willing to forgive. We see the worst in each other instead of looking for the best. All you guys speak is hate, please give it a rest. Aren't you tired of the sorrow that we live? And I know I'm talking about how bad it is here, but think about the people who have it worse. The people in other countries without shoes and shirts. The ones that can't afford homes to live in. The ones who sleep on beds made of dirt. The ones who are executed for what they believe. The ones who are forced into military regimes And I mean, honestly you wouldn't understand. Things are perfect in your little wonderland. You get to have everything you want all at your demand. You'll look through that green eye of yours and see the blood on your hands. For even the ones that do have a little bit of a conscious. The ones who give because if they don't feel righteous. Sure. You think you're a good Samaritan cause you donate a dollar or two, But does that really make you a better you. Thinking you're loving cause you gave someone a quick handout, But never once stopped to speak to the outcasts from the crowd and check what's it all about. Never once batted an eye when they were slitting their wrists. Instead, you were the one beating em down with words and fists. Never thought about helping out the single dad with his 3 kids Thought it was ok to steal all the money they had left after he was fires and left jobless. Then we have people getting raped and beaten in the streets in the day and night. I'm not even talking about the police, or even blacks and whites. I'm talking about the spiritually dead carrying out what they think is right. You beat down people because it makes you feel high. However, you're always wanting more from the world and you don't know why. And me, I'm not perfect If anything, imperfect But I know this life is nearly worthless.
Just another day poppin these pills trying to numb the pain I've been sitting here in silence dying slowly going insane all I can do is stare is stare at your photo in the picture frame thinking back to where it's all began
Anthony Konstantinou I can't tell you because it's not a specific drum kit but if you're interested keep a look out I'll be releasing a drum kit in a month :)
wylewając teksty ktore pisze moja głowa gdy chora zamyka sie pali wora kitra pare grama graba do ziomka jest sprawa zapalmy sobie lolka gdy siedzimy i palimy rozmawiamy rozkminiamy co dalej bedzie bieże mnie dreszcz jak pomysle ze za oknem szaro jak w czarno białej telewizj dzis jestem na wizj i rozpiera mnie wena chce wyjść z cienia pokazać wam co mam do powiedzenia sam mam dużo wrażeń wpomnień przygód doświadczeń pełny bagaż sie nie boje już życia bo wszystko w torbie targam każdy swoj krzyż niesie jak to mowi bonus pozdrowienia narka 5.!
haha i read descriptions man
good beats bro, respect from peru
Nice one!
Amazing! One the best beats I've ever heard!
Love and respect from Argentina!
Dope for real bro!
great beat ..it sounds very good, keep it up
Love that🎉🎉
nice beat man, keep up the good work, full support
This is nice
love yt, thanks so much *)
im loving this and this is too awesome
dope beat
what a dope beat bro!!!
nice as alwaaays
perfect
🔥🔥🔥
i talk to my friends
Day by day
We study, chat, tell jokes---that are cray
Until tuesday
When one of my friends had something to say
He came out to us as gay man
he was crying
because his parents thought of dying
Because of his son
Being one of the different ones
He insisted
Only if life consisted
love and passion for everyone
Then him too wouldn't need a gun
To end his life
Damn kid he's going through a lot of strife
He's Cool dude on the other hand
Don't know why his parents won't ducking understand
That he's exercising his human right
But in his household it's never bright
His family ain't religious at all
So why be apalled
Ever since he came out they wouldn't even call
His son
He's like a pun
Living with none
But himself
all his friends but me left him on the shelf
Because he's gay
why the fuck does he live that way
Someone cried out
now his chances of living is in doubt
why mouth negative things
that make the devil sing
And cry out
my friend died out
Quicker than quicksand
I just don't know why his parents didn't understand
I know how you feel
Uh keep it real
A year later another guy came out
Like he blew his name out
To everyone
Then people were to open to shun him on every move
I don't think people were in the mood
Of accepting a gay guy
Everytime he walked by
The lunch hall
Some assholes would call
Him names in a bad way
He didn't feel the same
To get mocked and blocked
Everywhere he go
Shows why people kill themselves
Because his peers are raising hell
Well you have to tell yourself
The best for yourself
And nothing else
Or you don't know what time well tell
Because you got to live kid
Free beats for life
Yo dust, you familiar with the legendary kev brown? This reminds me of his style very much.. i love it! Was looking for this one when i bumped into your channel since ages. Hope you doing good and bless you man
Back again :)
I love it!
Flyyy
Y O N ya man
great beat homie !
Thanks!
Cream!
He visto a gente ensuciarse por sentirse menos guarros
Y a sucios limpiarse por aparentar
He visto a gente darse de hostias por cigarros
Y cigarros que han sentado como hostias
Enciérranos ya, y materializa nuestra noluntad
Sólo buscaré cuando no quede nada por buscar
Vamos ya, al lugar donde esperan nuestros hijos
A ser despojados de su vida sin su voluntad
Jamás perdonaré a mis padres
El no preguntarme al darme la vida
Pero siempre les agradeceré con júbilo
Que hayan hecho que merezca ser vivida
Porque lo incompleto está completo
Lo torcido recto, lo escaso repleto
El respeto abunda en el insurrecto
Y en efecto, mis defectos no son conceptos quietos
Hoy el cielo está precioso, aunque llueva
Aunque marchite tu mirada y sepa que duela
Hoy las nubes lloran pese a ser primavera
Intentan apagar el fatuo luto de mis velas
-
Yo no escucho la radio (qué va)
Escucho a las abuelas, el crujir de mis labios
Se va acercando a otro mas no vuela
Y aunque duela llegará la esquela a su patio
Acércate, y bésame despacio
Hasta que el tiempo escuche al espacio
Hasta que los pájaros no canten su canción
Mientras tanto queda mucho por hablarnos
En estos 16 años he visto tanta mierda...
A gente grande sintiéndose pequeña
Tantos árboles convertidos en leña
Para iluminar a peña que ni aprende ni enseña
He aprendido que todo es bueno, pues te construye
Que el más humano no es el tenaz, sino el que huye
Que el valiente no es quien no siente el miedo
Es quien lo domina, mata al ego y fluye
Y se intuye, que vendrán tiempos mejores
Dicen mientras maldicen y lloran en la cama
Mienten cegados por ilusiones pues
El tiempo que te cura hoy te matará mañana
-
Quiero tener los ojos de ese niño inocente
Que no me miren diferente por ser inteligente
Quiero a alguien que sienta lo que le cuente
O a alguien que me cuente que me siente y no mienta
Y revienta, que te miren desde abajo siempre
Que no entiendan un carajo y aparenten
Que muestren a la gente lo que un servidor les trajo
Y como un tajo de arriba a abajo ni te recuerden
Y es triste, ver a capullos ir de buenos
Y a buenos ir de capullos, joder
En un mundo así, ¿Cómo no perder la fe?
¿Como creer en un dios que al parecer no nos ve?
Y si lo hace, no es tan poderoso o tal vez sea malo
Tal vez sea que se la sudamos, ¿No?
El miedo al castigo castiga si nos equivocamos
Entonces pa qué estas vivo? Pa algo eres humano
Y todavía es temprano, pa ser hermanos y vivir en paz
Preferimos ser esclavos que luchar por libertad
Sólo recuperaré la fe en la humanidad
El día que Zenit el Hombre Don vuelva al rap
Venimos desde abajo vamos hacia la cumbre
Si no lo consigo no me relajo, es insalubre
Como bilardo ten go un par de costumbres
Escucha estos raps con una birra uña viernes
Nice Beat! I Like this Oldscool Sound!
Sub & Like!
😎👌
Great beat... the vocal samples in the middle threw me off but its cool. Other than that 9.5/10
We've all been forced to grow up in a culture that produced violence, ignorance, and hate.
If we didn't fight it then we took it in with a warm embrace.
Sad when people are used to recognizing a smiling face
We claim that we all love each other, but that's a little something I'd like to negotiate.
Tell me what's love when you're fighting and killing over the brand new clothes
Or is it more love when you're calling each other sluts, whores, and hoes.
I try to look for the light, but only the darkness shows.
Oh Lord, the story never stops but only goes.
Maybe if we had more of God, things would be different.
But no, we want more of us and less of Him.
We don't want any light, prefer to keep things dim.
We tend to live life dying for next to nothing.
We're always willing to fight, but never willing to forgive.
We see the worst in each other instead of looking for the best.
All you guys speak is hate, please give it a rest.
Aren't you tired of the sorrow that we live?
And I know I'm talking about how bad it is here, but think about the people who have it worse.
The people in other countries without shoes and shirts.
The ones that can't afford homes to live in.
The ones who sleep on beds made of dirt.
The ones who are executed for what they believe.
The ones who are forced into military regimes
And I mean, honestly you wouldn't understand.
Things are perfect in your little wonderland.
You get to have everything you want all at your demand.
You'll look through that green eye of yours and see the blood on your hands.
For even the ones that do have a little bit of a conscious.
The ones who give because if they don't feel righteous.
Sure. You think you're a good Samaritan cause you donate a dollar or two,
But does that really make you a better you.
Thinking you're loving cause you gave someone a quick handout,
But never once stopped to speak to the outcasts from the crowd and check what's it all about.
Never once batted an eye when they were slitting their wrists.
Instead, you were the one beating em down with words and fists.
Never thought about helping out the single dad with his 3 kids
Thought it was ok to steal all the money they had left after he was fires and left jobless.
Then we have people getting raped and beaten in the streets in the day and night.
I'm not even talking about the police, or even blacks and whites.
I'm talking about the spiritually dead carrying out what they think is right.
You beat down people because it makes you feel high.
However, you're always wanting more from the world and you don't know why.
And me, I'm not perfect
If anything, imperfect
But I know this life is nearly worthless.
Just another day poppin these pills trying to numb the pain I've been sitting here in silence dying slowly going insane all I can do is stare is stare at your photo in the picture frame thinking back to where it's all began
this one still up for grabs bro?
Yep
can I buy too keep?
Blue Maple absolutely email me llap1717@gmail.com
yo how can I buy this beat
llap1717@gmail.com email me
a que música pertence a esse beat ?
Where can i buy this?
Bro how much for a custom beat ? Cheers Aran Wehby
Depends on what you want, and I also do customs extremely rarely. Use my email for inquiries, llap1717@gmail.com
Can I buy?
hit me up on ig @dustfingaz
the kick in this is disgusssting. fsho copping a lease
bro.. can I use please
c-lassico no, get a lease
lmao
homie can you tell me what drum kits and what piano you used?
Anthony Konstantinou I can't tell you because it's not a specific drum kit but if you're interested keep a look out I'll be releasing a drum kit in a month :)
son of a bitch! youre so amaizing.
so chill this beat!!!!!! *-*
Who is that guy how's speaking in the begining
Dimitri Cosme ever find out?
Funkdoobiest - dedicated
@@stevensteiner5277 +1
i have other beat for you
if you want ...
Dude so expensive for my country 1$= 7 turkish liras... Fuck
wylewając teksty ktore pisze moja głowa
gdy chora zamyka sie pali wora
kitra pare grama graba do ziomka
jest sprawa zapalmy sobie lolka
gdy siedzimy i palimy rozmawiamy
rozkminiamy co dalej bedzie bieże mnie
dreszcz jak pomysle ze za oknem szaro
jak w czarno białej telewizj dzis jestem na
wizj i rozpiera mnie wena chce
wyjść z cienia pokazać wam
co mam do powiedzenia
sam mam dużo wrażeń wpomnień przygód
doświadczeń pełny bagaż sie nie boje
już życia bo wszystko w torbie targam
każdy swoj krzyż niesie jak to mowi
bonus pozdrowienia narka 5.!