الأغاني: Patrice. One . The Maker.

This is after the guns are drawn
After dusk has turned to dawn
This is the calm after the storm
It's a brand new morn
This is after you beat your chest
And you talk how you're the baddest and the best
After we've put it on ti the test
And we kill the rot and leave the rest
This is after the gloves come off
After the puppy show, the bluff
When we check what we are made of
The fabric and the cloth

Only what make'me
Can break me
Only what make'me
And you're not my maker

My pain's consuming me from the inside
The line got crossed so far it's out of sight
Delusions rule my mind
Should I just leave it all behind ?
Or should I give it some more time ?
It looks so foolish be trying
To keep something alive that has lost its will to live
There's so much more I wanna give

Only what make'me
Can break me
Only what make'me
And you're not my make

This is the moment of truth
and you have lots of things to prove
I have been wrongly accused
And soon you will make your more
You're about to become old news
Your god is hating me
I wasn't built to loose
I won't, I don't, I don't need you

(Only what make'me) see, i don't need them
(Can break me) no see, I don't want them
I don't need them
Yau check this no'
no no no no no....

(Merci a Linda pour cettes paroles)