Q-Unique - Broken Man lyrics
[Q-Unique - Broken Man lyrics]
On a fallen earth
Cold and empty hands with a
Pocket full of hurt
Just a broken man living on a fallen earth
Run along, run along, run along now
I’m just a broken man living
On a fallen earth
Cold and empty hands with a
Pocket full of hurt
Just a broken man living on a fallen earth
Run along, run along, run along
Running from bullets avoiding the pain
Umbrella is open avoiding the rain
Growing up in BK during the crack era
I was destined for self destruction
Destined to hell’s corruption
Destined to deal drugs and
Trigger the shells combustion
I'm a calamity child the sanity’s
Fucked the family’s wild
Is there anything else we
Could make any worse, then throw on the pile
I stay prepared for the worst outcome
Avoiding the tornados curse with a
Burst of an out run
The program of a broken home make
A grown man feel alone
And the loneliness could make a grown
Man wanna peel the chrome
That’s my not-so-fond memories of the past
Misguided mentality illegally striving
For the cash had to get it together instead
Of ending with a conclusion
That could make everything seem I'm
Living a scheme in illusion
I'm wondering how much more
The soul could bare
Put my hands together faithfully
And say a prayer
I’m just a broken man living
On a fallen earth
Cold and empty hands with a
Pocket full of hurt
Just a broken man living on a fallen earth
Run along, run along, run along now
I’m just a broken man living
On a fallen earth
Cold and empty hands with a
Pocket full of hurt
Just a broken man living on a fallen earth
Run along, run along, run along
Calculating catastrophe when disaster’s gonna
Run after me avoiding the acts of blasphemy
My family’s living happily
Friends turn enemies when the
Money ain’t right
And go quickly from brotherly love
To son we ain’t tight
That’s the behind the scenes
That’ll find your dreams
And convert them into a nightmare
The unpredictable part of life
That doesn’t fight fair
Thinking the thought of the criminal mind
Avoiding the love of the spiritual kind
Living in Bliss when the spirit is blind
Ignorant kids with a limit of time
I’m glad I cleaned up my act
But it doesn’t mean that I
Could never go back on the contrary I’m a
Monster that’s been sedated
I'm sort of a mess like a
Cut when the blade is serrated
If it wasn’t for God‘s grace I’d
Be a bomb of hate
Detonating with the odds against the
Fate of the human race
I’m still wondering how much
The soul could bare
Put my hands together faithfully
And say a prayer
I’m just a broken man living
On a fallen earth
Cold and empty hands with a
Pocket full of hurt
Just a broken man living on a fallen earth
Run along, run along, run along now
I’m just a broken man living
On a fallen earth
Cold and empty hands with a
Pocket full of hurt
Just a broken man living on a fallen earth
Run along, run along, run along