Текст песни L.Z. Белые - Пианист

mad pianist clapping
on the keys of an abandoned school instrument
does it hurt you?
no guys, it hurts me
I want to go out into the light
but I have no coins
here's a rap for you:
talent?
he seems not needed and for nothing
loot?
that's what circles above the puddles of the herd
I saw a lot of firefighters extinguishing fires
to each of his
but i don't want to be a bob
I don’t want to be a soldier and I don’t want a worker
I AM A PIANIST, HANDS GO DOWN
when they give a shovel and say "work" what kind of life?
this is my sector prize
I never expected such surprises
I am not a sucker and I have never sucked up
always FAK system
always among the dogs
who need a micro, a pen and a notebook
you fucking figured out that I'm not a pianist at all
trite but I'm a poet of concrete walls
sorry if I missed something, I want to get their ass brains up and running
L.Z. white

and if you are such a pro, then I'm a pussy-ass in profile
my rhyme with a myth like whitefish with coffee
do not care
I walk worn out since childhood
I serve Russia and put a fig on my heart
and if interested
listen to these songs, I can play at least under drum and bass damn
at least to the polka
I'm an artist from the field
but I love my music
how many under the table
and in clubs under vodka under drywall or in a scent nah
all matters in a nutshell
together with the sister of talent, we tell you
about all the movements that sends from there WHERE?
I don't know myself, but I'm thinking about it
the signal goes in my direction from the sky from somewhere from the sky and enters the veins

L.Z. white