Broken Microphone

Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul
Real my heal li long

Living in Zion, my Babylon
Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul

Real my heal li long
Living in Zion, my Babylon

I dreamed to dream, that everything would change
I thought to think, to fight cold-blooded
Without losing faith
Living day by day
more with feeling that marked my symphony

Giving bread to those who can't eat
Giving blessing to those who know how to be reborn
We tend to make three thousand mistakes
But only a great man will know how to recognize them
And I realized so many things
Some harsh, others quite beautiful
The wisest are powerful people
Not those bastards who destroy our prose

It's the bad situation's damnation
To stain your heart; for your bad action
Give me a reason to give you my forgiveness
I feel your soul is consumed like the smoke of this blunt

I spill poetry
Art messenger that I claim every day, I intend to be sincere
I share my joy with every gentleman
Who keeps the pressure when we are below zero

Lost feelings calmly, bad deeds stained your soul
He who shoots the gun does not ask for forgiveness
Doesn't know that a thief battles with Karma

Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul
Real my heal li long

Living in Zion, my Babylon
Broken microphone
Mystic love a sound
And real more soul

Real my heal li long
Living in Zion, my Babylon