Hoja en Blanco - Monchy/Alexandra
”/…
"Fucking lots of different Women, but I still felt alone." - Immortal Technique
The Break Up - Murs
Crimes of the Heart - Immortal Technique
Oh the relevancy… sigh.
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Yea I turned 21 in prison locked up at night
Now I walk around free seems like another life
Another roll with some other dice
Another ho or a loving wife
People come and go some really you never know
Intellectual midgets that really never grow
Fake love that holds on like”can I hold you though?”
And old friends will look at you like “yo, yea I told you so”
A toast to the broken hearted
Who never finished what they fuckin started
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night
Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life
It’s like a fight between the devil & Christ over the limelight
Spiritual celebrity poker
But the whole deck is full of jokers
And every year that you get older
The stakes get higher
Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars
Real talk ‘cause the real New York
Is the pain and the suffering of lost love
Staring off into the distance in the midst of the club
Depression and emptiness that lead to suicide
And the struggle inside of yourself that keeps you alive
Survived and medicated stalked by sobriety
The life that you live now tortured by memories violently
I pray inside of me that one day you could be forgiven
For murdering the beautiful world we used to live in
[Chorus]
Crimes of the heart [2X]
Love…doesn’t need a complicated metaphor
And sometimes nothing needs to be said at all
Sometimes a person you with is not your one and only
And you just fuck with them because you afraid to be lonely
And when you come back its too late
So you overcompensate
Like victims of rape
Full of self hate
Lost in the affection to strangers around you
Instead of the only person that ever gave a fuck about you
Thought you were happy so you didn’t come check me
But then when he cheated or treated you incorrectly
You conveniently realized you could never forget me
And tried to crawl back in my life unexpectedly
These are my indictments
Of those who claim to be righteous
And leave a trail of broken hearts on their way to enlightment
But I cant give into hatred or pass judgment
Even towards every illusion I’ve been in love with
‘cause the heart that betrays itself willingly
Is like a nation that trades freedom for stability
Its so seductive to be cold and corrupted and isolated and try to be an independent republic
But liberty to be loved on the surface is worthless
The sacrifice of revolution with no purpose
Take it from a criminal searching for his redemption
Cursing at God desperately trying to get his attention
[Chorus]
Crimes of the heart [2x]
Looking for the shining light
Who’s it gonna be? Who’ll walk the line with me tonight?
Round we go (won’t cross?) climbing through the endless night
Who’s it gonna be? Who’ll walk the line with me this time? (me this time oooh oooh oooh)
Climbing through the endless night (endless night, endless night)
Nach - Anochece
Haven’t heard something like this… ever. Incredible lyrics; spanish poetry/hip-hop.
Must listen.
My Lady by Tonedeff
sigh.
Y el tiempo pasa tan rápido, que hasta el dolor se olvida.
Tonedeff - Loyal
Lyrics:
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V1 (16)
Have you ever been betrayed? That shit’s the worst hit of pain/
When somebody you loved can’t look you in the face/
And have you ever had your heart torn out by somebody you thought was a friend/
And now your trust is worn down or bought to an end/
No pardons can mend it, when you’re darkened within/
Fuck your cause & effect, it’s a hard fate to take and your reasons don’t soften the sin/
Your dogs can bark for you, but you gotta watch when you argue/
Cause dogs will bite and snarl at you, just to remind you they’re harmful/
I feel awful, I’m a mental case, shattered to pieces and I’ve got a palm full/
Past law school and beyond consol/
Cause you’ve crossed the bar with me, farther than I’ve ever thought possible/
My choice is now mandatory and not optional/
Don’t speak another sentence to me, ever mention me/
I don’t exist, convince yourself you invented me/
You’ve committed the crime of the century/
And just cause loyalty ain’t a trait you possess, Don’t think that I’ll lessen the penalty.
V2 (24)
What’s your name again? I know, I knew it 2 seconds ago/
But, I don’t recognize this 2nd face, though to the 1st it’s identical/
You were the type that I put on a pedestal. Your acts were commendable/
But the bond of friendship isn’t impenetrable/
And inevitably the blunt force of ego proved lethal/
To a good person forced to wallow in the shit of evil people/
Fundamentally filled with avarice, a cheat from the soul/
Spending their lives to make sure that you ain’t achieving your goals/
Unreasonable kings that want to see you jump through rings of fire
For their own amusement, holding nooses - hoping trees are higher/
So abusive towards you that truce just doesn’t seem required/
Cause, why play the game? When you can make the other team retire/
Strings are tirelessly pulled in your favor as you play the rumor creator,
Twisting words till they sound like statements you made up/
With a big grin you soak it all in, as former friends/
Go face to face with contradicting convictions/
Plots are thickening, cause you pitched in. You feel important, now?/
Must’ve been high as kite from snorting clouds/
Sorta proud of yourself, and the way you hold ya ground/
Distastefully wore the shroud, how’s it feel to have puppets to order ‘round/
But I saw through you, even before I found
How you would say ‘no, beef’, give me dap, and hit me with a quarter-pound/
Your loyalty’s watered down, Bottled with a squirt cap/
But When the drama popped off, where the fuck were you to plug the cork back.
V3 (16)
Men are as harsh, as women are vindictive/
Picking apart minutiae, On some bitch shit, kids all in your business/
Forget honesty, nowadays you’ll be lucky find that quality/
In a drama oddessy where cats never react responsibly/
And I’m jostling with haters, hypocrites and hypochondriacs/
Abolishing their dated ignorance and fighting copycats/
and If I don’t give my patience a rest/
I’ll prolly take my anger to death, complaining about some pain in my chest/
Aged and distressed, thinking ‘bout who just fucked me over - 20 years ago/
Amazing how pricks can miss your skin, yet pierce your soul/
But where’s the line at? Like where does loyalty appear to fold/
And what do you OWE someone and just WHAT do you feel your owed/
But yo, you know when you’ve been done wrong, that numb calm,
A breech in the moral code’s eternally portable/
The moral of the story’s old even if it’s poorly told/
Beware of cats that straddle fences like the chain-link rodeo.
