mod takes the fuckin' mic!

I don't do it for money.
Not for fortune or fame.
I do it to survive - to fuck God's plans.

I don't sing notes.
I do only the words. They come spitted out my mouth with kind of a melody.
Yeah, Baby, I know I do so bad.

I don't ask you to listen.
I don't ask you to comfort me.
I don't ask you to save my live.
But, sweetheart, be a man.
Just love me.

It's just a spotlight on me.
My hair shines in the light.
Got big black ring on my finger. and black boots.
My mouth is bloody read - fucking expensive lipstick promisses things I won't give to anybody - but you, Baby.

Music starts.
sound goes deep under....skin
first row - I see man with tears runnin' down his face.
I'm thinkin  -
everybody must die alone
and only few realize they also lived. alone.

I take the fuckin' mic
and do what I'm born for.
live.

(no translation available, love, mod)

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