Womb To The Tomb — текст песни (House Of Pain)

CHORUS:
From the womb to the tomb
[Earth to dust]
From the earth to the moon
[The woman I trust]
And from the sea to the sky
[I see reflection]
And from the brain through the eye
[Another ???]

From the celtic tribes and highland plains
I hit you with the quickness like bad brains
I ain`t blowin` no spikes, no queers, no dykes
Just the pale faced cracker in the high-top nikes
Don`t bust `em mics, you smokin` cannabis
And if it`s God, stay off,in the sig I trust
You don`t think I`ll bust, you don`t know my style
I got kids that`ll hit ya on the low profile
I`ve been from 248 to East New York
My earth don`t wear swine, I don`t eat pork
Put down you silver platter, kid, come check the data
My crew`s chalk full of free information
It`s G, hide, neck`ll be the destination
Glory be to God, one more prostration
The root and foundation of civilization

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VERSE:
Divine Styler

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VERSE:
Divine Styler

Now if knowledge is the essence of every man
Link `em up with his wisdom so they understand
No matter who ya be set your culture free
`Cause it`s the final hour, time to refine your power
We`re all equal, livin` man is God
You can`t destroy what I build, `cause I`m on ???
That`s my cipher, my atom is a sphere and a square
`Cause I`m here and I`m there
From the sea to the air

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