Rat Men Songtext
von Howard Shore

Getting shot is easy tried it 7 times
Now im just a solo poet workin on my rhymes
Killer used to think he was wise to the system
Prince of the streets always do things his way
But he had a case of conventional wisdom
Never say nothin′ the others don't say
Threat of dawn that wakes the east to the cry
My soul′s unfolding Oh God on man Livin high at last
Suckin' the tit milk of prayer and fast
Man gave the news in a slanted room
and it felt like a sliver of icey truth
Felt my sad ass soul flyin' out the mouth
My goal to split it down
to the root let be be who I was
I′m rhymeful that′s lost but livin'


Comin′ from the streets to Mecca
Death no matter where you go come and get ya