"Welcome To Da Black Parade"
When I was a lil' boy,
My fuckin daddy took me tha fuck into tha hood
To peep a marchin band.
Dude holla'd, "Son when you grow up,
would you be tha saviour of tha broken,
the beaten n' tha damned?"
Dude holla'd "Will you defeat them,
your demons, n' all tha non-believers,
the plans dat they have made?"
"Because one dizzle I be bout ta leave you,
A phantom ta lead you up in tha summer,
To join Da Black Parade."
When I was a lil' boy,
My fuckin daddy took me tha fuck into tha hood
To peep a marchin band.
Dude holla'd, "Son when you grow up,
would you be tha saviour of tha broken,
the beaten n' tha damned?"
Sometimes I git tha feelin dat biiiiatch watchin over mah dirty ass.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And all up in it all, tha rise n' fall, tha bodies up in tha streets.
And when you gone we want you all ta know.
We bout ta carry on,
We bout ta carry on
And though you dead n' gone believe mah dirty ass
Yo crazy-ass memory will carry on
We bout ta carry on
And up in mah ass I can't contain dat shit
Da anthem won't explain dat shit.
A ghetto dat sendz you reelin from decimated dreams
Yo crazy-ass misery n' don't give a fuck bout will bust a cap up in our asses all.
So paint it black n' take it back
Letz shout it bangin n' clear
Defiant ta tha end our crazy asses hear tha call
To carry on
We bout ta carry on
And though you dead n' gone believe mah dirty ass
Yo crazy-ass memory will carry on
We bout ta carry on
And though you fucked up n' defeated
Yo crazy-ass weary widow marches
On n' on we carry all up in tha fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed facez of yo' peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look all up in mah grill cause I could not care at all
Do or die, you gonna never make mah dirty ass
Because tha ghetto aint NEVER gonna take mah ass
Go n' try, you gonna never break mah dirty ass
Us thugs want it all, we wanna play dis part
I won't explain or say I be sorry
I be unashamed, I be gonna show mah scar
Give a cold-ass lil cheer fo' all tha broken
Listen here, cuz itz whoz ass we are
I be just a thugged-out dude, I aint a hero
Just a funky-ass boy, whoz ass had ta rap dis song
I be just a thugged-out dude, I aint a hero
I! don't son! care biaatch!
We bout ta carry on
We bout ta carry on
And though you dead n' gone believe mah dirty ass
Yo crazy-ass memory will carry on
We bout ta carry on
And though you fucked up n' defeated
Yo crazy-ass weary widow marches on
Do or die, you gonna never make mah dirty ass
Because tha ghetto aint NEVER gonna take mah ass
Go n' try, you gonna never break mah dirty ass
Us thugs want it all, we wanna play dis part (We bout ta carry on)
Do or die, you gonna never make me (We bout ta carry on)
Because tha ghetto aint NEVER gonna take mah ass (we bout ta carry on) go n try you gonna never break me (we bout ta carry) us thugs want it all (we bout to carry on)
AN: put through gizoogle bc I'm tired and lazy. But now I have wifi and pandora and just my phone in general tbh
Go to bed Kathryn
-Sammi
