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Crossfire Confessions by Odnalro

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Crossfire Confessions

Hip Hop

0:003:09
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Yeah, step up, step back, it′s raw out here, No sugar coat, no preacher cloak, just truth cracked clear.
Concrete jungles bleed, neon lies, street sermons crack the sky, Slinging venom through the veins of the city’s pulse, watch’m die.
No halos, just scars etched deep in the flesh, Silver tongues spit poison dressed in Sunday best.
Chains rattle in the gutter where the lost boys pray, Crooked prophets hustle hope, then rip it away.
Fangs flash beneath a smile, the gospel′s a game, Every word′s a bullet, every promise just a flame.
Caught in the crossfire, no shelter from the hate, Preacher′s mask crack, can′t hide the venom′s weight.
Lies drip like acid, burning through the skin, They say salvation′s the war we′re living in.
It′s the war we′re living in.
Step on the crack pavement, hear the city′s pulse break, Concrete confessions, echo shadows twisting quake,
The puppeteer′s hands dirty, pulling strings in the dark, Selling salvation to the broken, leaving scars to spark.
Blood on the altar, innocence so cheap, The sermon′s a weapon, cutting souls deep,
No choir singing hallelujahs, just screams and scars, Truce a loaded gun beneath the city′s stars.
Caught in the crossfire, no shelter from the hate, Preacher′s mask crack, can′t hide the venom′s weight.
Lies drip like acid, burning through the skin, They say salvation′s the war we′re living in.
It′s the war we′re living in.
Don′t reach for the hand that feeds you poison, Stand up, break free, shatter the illusion.
Every sermon′s a trap, every promise a chain, In this battlefield of souls, only the ruthless remain.
So when the night falls and the streets call your name, Remember the preacher′s game is never the same,
No angels, no saviors, just raw brutal truth, Crossfire confessions, the anthem of the youth.
Caught in the crossfire, no shelter from the hate, Preacher′s mask crack, can′t hide the venom′s weight.
Lies drip like acid, burning through the skin, They say salvation′s the war we′re living in.
It′s the war we′re living in.
It′s the war we′re living in.
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