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Brooklynská parta Arsonists byla skvělá (a pokud nevěříte, zpětně si pusťte jejich debut „As the World Burns“ z konce devadesátek).
Však z ní vzešli D-Stroy, Freestyle nebo portorikánskými kořeny ošlehaný Q-Unique, jenž byl vždy ze všech asi nejaktivnější.
I když mu příští rok naskočí za krk už pátý křížek, rozhodně na to nevypadá a jeho přirozené rapy jsou pořád relevantní (když tedy zrovna netvoří nu-metal s partou StillWell, což nás moc nebere).
Přesvědčit se o tom můžete i v nedávno vydaném video singlu „Broken Man“, který se odehrál pod taktovkou Red Right Recordings a nabízí upřímné řádky jako „Growing up in BK during the crack era, I was destined for self destruction“.
Text:
(Chorus)
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
(1st verse)
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 Im living a scheme in illusion
Im wondering how much more the soul could bare
Put my hands together faithfully and say a prayer
(Chorus)
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
(2nd verse)
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
(Chorus)
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
