One Chance - Foreign Beggars

Keep your eyes open

Live your life to the fullest

Cuz you only get one chance to move past the bullets

It’s a big world we all live we all die

But, who makes the rules in this game we call life

Keep your eyes open

Live your life to the fullest

Cuz you only get one chance to move past the bullets

It’s a big world we all live we all die

But, who makes the rules in this game we call life

I stay afloat while you’re drowning in a sea of pain

You seek asylum tryna run me all believe the chains

Speak the same words, reek the same as any other shite

Then you wonder why we choose to fight, I hear my brothers cry

Sliced through the night, like the blade of a blunt sabre

Walk with my eyes closed in spite of a cunts nature

And rise passed the pinnacle, holding a burning torch

Of a million indispensable visions of burning thoughts

I stay patient, the pale-faced belligerent outcast

Wizard of indecision chased the pilgrimage out — cast —

Religion is doubt, blast the infamous

Cowards can’t begin to configure or envision this town’s past

I live in the clouds ask those who stand close

Is it cuz I disbelieve or simply cuz I can’t cope

I can’t bear to see the innocent suffer and die young

That’s why I’ve come to say my piece

So enough with the lights done

(tryna find a niche in this rap game) — Dr Syntax

Nobody can question how this black youth spit

Looking kinda skinny like a black toothpick

It’s the uncouth author who writes with a troubled expression

Reciting in a huddle confessing bubbling essence

I conversate with one of my bredrens

Wonder whether we’ll ever get to reep the some of our efforts

In this exi-sten-tial

Life’s gets the pen-cil

I’m getting rubbed out

Im getting nuffed out

Ready to get the fuck out

And buss out

So I puff nuff punk and bust out

And hold a slight pose

As I travel through my mind’s cold

And draw my overcoat closed cuz the night-times cold

And getting colder

Yearning with a burning fever

For the clutch of the mic

That’s my cue to breath

When I exhale the next tale

And fresh thought upon which to set sail

On the next trail …

Yo invisible guy who delivers his rhymes sicker

The mystical mind figure

Despicable style spitter

Disguised with the livin and exist in a time signature

Why mixed with the bit of conviction its quite sinister

I’m in it to win

Use syllables, words, paragraphs

Envision the future

Paint with diction fixed the battered calf

I watched the hourglass

Laughed at my indecision

Picked myself up but faced the blizzard with my tattered scarf

You might as well be banging your fist against a brick fence

Indispensable principles tend to break sense

If shits tense

Take a couple secs and step aside and listen

At the end of the day the guy your fighting might be live with wisdom…

Whether you’re inside a prison blud

Or fucking living lavish

Truth, blood, forgiveness and passion are the things that matter

I spit the maddest verse and live the maddest dreams

Rip the fattest shows because I kick it with the maddest team