Rigid Rules

2008

[qutro]
 Fuck that…All the motherfuckin` shit. I wanna cut the crap off…but whatever…you`ll follow the rules f the game!

[verse1]
So let’s begin from the very of beginnings
Today I’ve got a prove that all in life is meanness,
There’s no freedom, no mercy both in Kovrov and in Jersey,
Only money and jealousy
Rule in world, it’s so cursin`,
Every second is more worsin`,
No-one’s here while I’m versin`.
There`s nothing in my soul except the stupid anger,
I understand all thugs and thieves who makes a crime inspite of danger,
I fell so helpless and confused,
I`m so fuckin` PISSED OFF, too
You ask by whom? By everybody
I feel like goin` balmy or get close to suicidal,
And nobody is aside.
Even thugs cry, cos it`s the show of power,
But I`ma tryin` to hold up and not to bleed my wrists in shower,
The rules of game are so rigid,
I am fifteen, but mind of mine is all about fifty,
There`s no hope, no light and no pleasure, 
But only grind for illusion or for real aim,
Everything is except the only thing I need,
Is freedom, know, I don`t smoke weed!
And don`t han` out at nights,
And don`t spend money at clubs,
For what shall I sit here at home,
Lookin` at wall or study lessons all my fuckin` time, gotta mope,
Or get involved into insane? It`s real fuckin` crazy
Sometimes the rules are so heavy,
It`s so hard to regist `em, man, you can be smashed
But if you follow `em they will take you through that
Just now grief is gnawin` at my heart
This town is a rubbish heap, my life is smart,
There`s no only honey, but much shit that spread
And burst at weekend,
And after that fresh air comes, but not like gratis, cause the rules are rigid!

[chorus]
The rules of game, the game of life
The grudge of fall, the egoism of triumph
With no beginning and without the end
The rules are rigid, the game is sad.

[verse2]
I haven’t ever hold a gun in hand
I’ve never valued qualities that can be bought or bein` seld,
But for all that I have a test,
A task, it can be now said:
What fuck I need? Is little rest
I s`ppose it’ll be had in chest
However life is goin` on,
Only the Lord decides what’s wrong,
I can’t be judged by any grown-up,
Except my parents, also not every time
I spit about it in every rhyme.
It’s cold in ghetto, the sun doesn’t shine,
Explosions one after one,
You can’t regain what is done
The only thing we have to do –
To pray the sky and play the game on all its rules
They can’t be broken, even if the cost is life,
Explain it to every gangsta who is rough and tough
I sit alone in this room,
It`s cold and dark, that`s why I`m gloomy
I hate the world and every in it
If you are gonna teach me – better shit me!
My own moral rules are just against admitted,
But they are not respected in this fucking world, tell me, you need it?
You gotta face the fight every single day,
One time you`ll be right, but they
Say you are wrong, and it is motherfucka,
Cause you`re a kid, a stupid sucker,
Just follow the rules and they will make you lucky
But all these regulations` re not for me, so one opinion – fuck it,
My collar bones are crumbling,
And lil by lil I`m stumbling,
This weight is to much for a one,
A support must be calling
They say it`s sign of wiseness,
But I think its symptom of wickness
«Oh shit, White N, with goddamn glasses
You see it all, you fucking genious?»
Don`t get it twisted bro it`s voice of Shady
The rigid rules`re presented to us, please, take off from screens the ladies!
[chorus]
[Qutro]
Ugh…
[laughin`] ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
[coughin`] kgh-kgh-kgh…kgh…kgh…
[voice] MC`s confessions…are a creed.