Stories
Mob-action Lyrics
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I can't take it easily,
I won't,
I won't let it gravel me.
But I transgress,
Born into sin,
Born into current.
I won't quietly ask for it,
And the current still drags me in,
Slow down.
The pills won't make this go away;
Our trails stubbornly set in ways to revolt,
Try to repulse.
Wake in the middle of the night feeling the choke,
Your mind being pulled out of your head.
I won't swallow it logically.
I see,
I'm barraged by dollar signs.
Show me in to permanent sleep.
Wake in the middle of the night feeling the choke,
Your mind being pulled out of your head.
Noise fills your thoughts,
Inhaling to catch your breath with every heartbeat.
Swallow your pride,
The strychnine's benign,
Dissolve your cyanide,
Enchant all my lies.
Discretely confined,
Coagulate my designs.
Am I seeing so clear,
Original sin is hoax.
[break]
Ready?
Tell me where are all the good times?
The ones that set us free.
Tell me where are all the good times?
Tell me where are all the good times?
I'm a lost cause,
Selling of course.
I'll be good for you.
I'll be waiting for the daze,
I got a handful of the antidote.
I'm working out I'm by the head of an angel.
I cant believe that I'm too blind to see.
Tell me where are all the good times?
I'm a lost cause,
Selling of course.
The lyrics of Mob-action's song Stories convey feelings of struggle and rebellion against one's predetermined nature, while acknowledging the difficult circumstances of being born into a flawed system. The lines "Born into sin, Born into current" suggest a sense of futility in trying to escape one's situation, while "I won't comply to a compliment. I won't quietly ask for it" illustrate a desire to resist societal pressures and expectations. The use of imagery such as the feeling of being choked in the middle of the night and the barrage of dollar signs hint at the mental and emotional toll of these struggles.
The chorus, with its repetition of "Tell me where are all the good times?" reflects a yearning for a simpler, happier time, while the lines "I'm a lost cause, Selling of course" suggest a sense of resigned acceptance of a life that will never be perfect. The final lines "I'm working out I'm by the head of an angel. I can't believe that I'm too blind to see" could be interpreted as a hope for redemption, even while acknowledging one's own limitations and shortcomings.
Line by Line Meaning
I can't,
I am unable to do it
I can't take it easily,
I cannot handle it effortlessly
I won't,
I refuse to
I won't let it gravel me.
I will not let it distress me
But I transgress,
But I have sinned
Born into sin,
I was born sinful
Born into current.
Born into society's customs and norms
I can't comply to a compliment.
I cannot accept praise easily
I won't quietly ask for it,
I refuse to meekly request it
And the current still drags me in,
Society's norms are still pulling me towards them
Slow down.
Take a break
The pills won't make this go away;
Medicine cannot fix this problem
Our trails stubbornly set in ways to revolt,
Our paths are set in a way that it is difficult to change
Try to repulse.
Try to reject it
Wake in the middle of the night feeling the choke,
Wake up feeling suffocated
Your mind being pulled out of your head.
Feeling like you are losing control of your own mind
I won't swallow it logically.
I will not accept it rationally
I see,
I understand
I'm barraged by dollar signs.
I am overwhelmed by the desire for money
Show me in to permanent sleep.
Lead me to eternal rest
Noise fills your thoughts,
Your mind is full of chaos
Inhaling to catch your breath with every heartbeat.
Struggling to breathe with every heartbeat
Swallow your pride,
Accept your mistakes
The strychnine's benign,
The poison is harmless
Dissolve your cyanide,
Get rid of the toxic thoughts
Enchant all my lies.
Believe my false promises
Discretely confined,
Hidden from society
Coagulate my designs.
Make my plans come together
Am I seeing so clear,
Is this the truth I am seeing
Original sin is hoax.
The idea of being born sinful is flawed
[break]
Pause in the song
Ready?
Are you prepared
Tell me where are all the good times?
Where did all the happy moments go?
The ones that set us free.
The moments that made us feel liberated
I'm a lost cause,
I am hopeless
Selling of course.
Selling something, certainly
I'll be good for you.
I will be good towards you
I'll be waiting for the daze,
I will wait for the moment of happiness
I got a handful of the antidote.
I have the solution to the problem
I'm working out I'm by the head of an angel.
I am in the presence of someone pure and good
I cant believe that I'm too blind to see.
I cannot comprehend my own failings
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: MARK THOMAS KLUEPFEL
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
David
This is truthful & realistic. The Irish mob is strong in NYC & Boston. -NY
mark womack
Yeah 😅😅. Some other places too😮
marty conroy
But I thought it was all Whitey Bulger...who knew...😮
Elizabeth Pedano
So is the Russian mob
Denis Berte'
It's important to note that the so called "hign speed" killer with the facial scar, exhibited zero skill when he assassinated the Kingpin in the end, killing the innocent child as well. Regards, Denis C. Berte' USMC
Corey Goldwaves
They should have shown the end credits after 48:27. Movie complete!
Diana Gillen
Thanks MC forThis Action Crime Thriller💯👍What a Ending😱 Poor Dad & his son😢 We always Enjoy the Excitement of Ur Movies MC🏆 5/14/23👏👏🇺🇸Ca✨️4:45pm🌞 Enjoy Ur Sunday Nite MC🎶🎉🥳✨️
YouTube Disciple Gang Leader YTD DEMON
I give this movie 9½/10
Jamie Green
Gonna watch now ty 👍
Margaret Hearn
Excellent! Thanks for uploading & new subscriber fr NYC👏👏👏💚💚💚💚😎😎😎