B.I.N.I. - Seven Years lyrics

Seven Years: Chorus: Pain, tears, hate and suffer Depression make us weak, not tougher Life was a struggle with mud and tears in seven years (In Seven Years). X2 Verse 1: He had no one to lean on No one he could trust Only sh** around him was nothing but dust Became more and more lonely as well introspective He never played with those who were socially active He hated school even though he always showed up Teachers disliked him because he was so f**ed up All he cared about was his sticks and his mad sk**s And hoped one day his sticks would pay his bills Thanks too a co*ky old man´s (mish) jealousy, he was dropped from a four dates tour back in 03 He remained focus even though his sticks were shelved Time to go indie and get real cash for the sells Four letters gave him a chance to be admired Underestimated till he spat out a fire He was than put on to put out a cla**ic with the peers and than one night he screamed out cheers. (Chorus X4) Verse 2: Too lazy too get a job, wanted to feel free Penniless as kid make a kid thinking why me Shoplifting with the peers started Monday and others motor scooters ended up at the highway He was later caught and found guilty in the courtroom A community service had to be done before June His probation made him think twice and look for cash But a flashback brought him to hell and back to past Why did she let that man come in the f**ing house and abuse him? The kid was left with blood, hate and confusion How could she stare at her child getting hurt? Look at her now; her soul is living with a curse The curse came from the kid´s mighty bodyguard This mighty bodyguard healed kid´s ugly scars The kid still hate the monster, still hate the gambler But want the monster too remember: His face is like the kid´s face; too the kid the monster is a disgrace They got the same blood and got the same flesh, his dying so they don´t have the same breath The monster´s heart is so weak; soon the monster is dead meat d**h is getting closer every time he speaks He hates you, would k** you, cut your balls, cut your head and leave you dead (Chorus)