D J Жэка — Sixty Minutes

Привет, друзья.
DJ Жека на связи.
И мой новый хит
Sixty Minutes
для вас.
Subway tokens in my palm, sunrise turning grey.
Iron collar on my shirt, another court date today.
Paycheck clipped by tax and fees, minimum rate.
Swearing under oath while they decide my blood's fate.
Oak bench cold, mahogany robe, docket number three.
Legal vultures in suit jackets eyeing down me.
Four jobs back-to-back, blisters on my feet.
Never missed a summons, never accepted defeat.
Lawyer wants a retainer that I barely can afford.
On my grandfather's watch, it's been before the war.
Signed the affidavit with a blue ink pen.
Count every penny just to see my kid again.
They judge my tax bracket, call it instability.
I call it tactical survival capability.
I don't bend, I don't break under pressure or stress.
Every dollar earned goes straight to this address.
Stand tall, bang the gavel, state your claims.
Never fall, playing dirty legal games.
Paycheck to paycheck, fighting for my blood.
Standing under slander, dragging through the mud.
Hold on, sixty minutes on the clock.
Sixty minutes on the clock.
Sixty minutes on the clock.
Standing like a pillar on
the block. Moses running late, rain soaking through my boots.
Carrying a paper full of deep roots, raw truth.
Landlord at the door, rent due on the first.
Child support demands feeding corporate thirst.
Shit they saying makes me lose my mind.
I turn rage to discipline, leave the stress behind.
Double shift night guard, sleeping on the train.
Every dollar saved turns to ammo for the pain.
Judge looking down through half-moon glass.
Checking off my hours, watching time pass.
I got the nursery ready, paid the power bill.
No weapon in the world breaks a father's will.
They want a breakdown, they want a slip or fall.
I show up twenty minutes early to the halls.
Sign the register, sit in seat eleven.
Fighting for my home, fighting for my heaven.
Stand tall, bang the gavel, state your claims.
Never fall, playing dirty legal games.
Paycheck to paycheck, fighting for my blood.
Standing under slander, dragging through the mud.
Hold on, sixty minutes
on the clock. Sixty minutes on the clock.
Sixty minutes on
the clock.
Never back down.
Court dismissed.
See you next week.
Hold the line.
Power in the silent mind of the plea.
My flesh, my child, my right.
We win this fight.
We win this fight.