Foreign Beggars, DJ Square1 - One Chance lyrics

Yo 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 it's 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 shit's 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