promoe

once apon a time not long ago 
when people were still livin in the nothern zone 
they could still breath and everybody wasnt dead 
somebody recorded a song 
and this is what it said

after the first and the second world war 
youd think these us europeans couldnt take it no more 
but we built up and tore down the berlin wall 
dont need to build a new and improved the rhyme [bad word] fort 

europa 

this one was a bit tricky 
not visible to the naked eye 
and if you was lucky 
you can slip throught the cracks and the crevasis tuckin 

your life under your arms this way some people snuck in 
only to [bad word] second class citizens 
not listed in the system not existin in a sence 
illegal imagrents
the word left a bitter sin 
this place is cold and evil i should have never went to 

[promoe]

fort europa 
my so called eutopia 
where i cant find no cultur 
feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer 

[supreme]

well i guess you know about how i drempth of super power 
wanted to roll with the bad boys 
but got but [bad word] in the showers
to scared to hold our own ground 
cant beat um join um were down 
stay with the winnin team by any means 
but in another realm 
and bottoms up well they drowned 
invitations at the door members only no hang around 
inside the fortress of fine [bad word] 
we appreciate 
the less fortunate smile as long as she looked high class 
and as the problem were swollowin for the almighty euro 
but you know we put our brother inside a bins tho 
make sure there not leavin that over loose end hope of a life reside a force
sendin um back home and so forth 
cause we got 
employment issues we got kids of our own 
tryin to tear down the wall with chrom and black ink flow 
keep them mad at all cost 
this aint the time to go soft 
we stand united or this soon will be lost 
inside 

[promoe]

fort europa 
my so called eutopia 
where i cant find no cultur 
feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer 

a yo we try to live our lives an protected home 
dont worry bout no one and get your own 
the weak people are just a stepin stone 

on the rode to the riches we hittin for  [bad word] away im gunnin my way 
whoever got something to say better [bad word] away 
but i stay to see through the peep holes 
cause people like that is all we know 
and 
all of these lies and false promises
that [bad word] [bad word] back to the god nemises 
you 
whoever pick up this a hundred years from now 
heres the last song before we all go down 
the revalution is a moment away 
the tensions in the air that [bad word] our way 
but 

powerfull forces do they best 
they count there raps so theyll suite the west
temperatures rises aint no turnin back 
at this point where this world is at 
hate um for a cross road whitch way to go 
heaven or [bad word] only you can say you know 

[promoe]

fort europa 
my so called eutopia 
where i cant find no cultur 
feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer