번역: 그림자. 어린 애들.
make it tomorrow My skin is a art gallery, right with paintings of crucifixes Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business Was once a young
is written in the shadows of a hard black line Where people cry for a nations scars And heroes sleep beneath a blanket of stars Too young to die, but
light still struck like arrows Fired but for the ones, condemned to drift or else be kept from driftin' Well, tollin' for the searching ones on this
time I'm playing for keeps, so I think you wouldn't wanna Four c-notes turn to dimes, and dimes turn to ones Your pockets is getting young son, so [Chorus
playing anyway It's okay The kid's in shock up and down the block The folks are home playing beat the clock Down at the golden cup They set the young ones
are the huddled hikers Staring out at falling rain Wondering at the retribution In their personal acquaintance with pain Blessed are the blood relations Of the young ones
I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds To look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes Stories of corruption, crime
I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds Look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes Stories of corruption, crime and
good news And cursed with skin that calls for blood They put their face and feet in mud But oh, they learned the music from way down there The real ones
I remember him, he was very young No one spoke like him, he was someone And I carried on, like I couldn't stop All of it for us baby And you, you got
Teeth on every wall that never go away I'm made of blades and flame I'm sick and dangerous You're still my favorite prey 'Cause I hurt the ones I love
of the shadow of death It's pitch black so the shadow is a scene I hear a faint voice red alert Fuck that dirt and who you hurt Young nigga persue your
To flow towards the stellar worlds beyond the horizons of mind Where all our laws are nothing at all Maybe to dwell forgotten maybe once to return... (the young
fades away to its lair Silence and peace fills the air While this placid day reflects its calm Feeling the chill of a distant zone Hear the lost ones
are young, we have heart Born in this world as it all falls apart We are strong, we don't belong Born in this world as it all falls apart We are young
skin Prejudice for a woman Prejudice for an animal Like the elephant of the plain Of the plain For greed not need Societies sleep Lead the killing hand on Young ones
