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letra de 1 love - 1mike

check it
soon as the blunt rolled, hit the backroads crack the windows listen as it unfolds
i’m sitting back -n-lyzing as the globe spinning
focused as i almost fail to notice that my phone ringing
i didn’t know the number still answered the call by choice
quickly remembered once i heard that voice
(you’ve got a prepaid call from blacksmith)
i cut off that sentence pressing 5 to accept it
he said waddup one, it’s been the ill minute
first and foremost how you been, is you still spittin’
and i said word you know, sticking to the program
holding it down until you home so we could follow through on old plans
proud without a doubt, finding out he still wrote rhymes
he said prison give you wisdom of men who lived a whole life
once you home we finna cyph & reminisce upon the old times
next he send his blessing through the distance of this phone line
maintaning, plus your motivation hold me up
when times is hard behind the bars, it’s hard to raise your only son
he told me sh-t was tragic, homie just imagine
if we go rewind to back then, and he only stuck to rapping
yeah but legends ain’t forgotten, now the rap game garbage
d-mn near 7 years since the feds hit your apartment
all these new artists only make it worse
i guarantee the day u finally free we finna break the curse
see as an mc you displayed the sk!lls
still weighing scales, movin weight for real
day and night makin deals to pay da bills
sh-t can get foul when you with the wrong crowd
plus i just got word your little brother going through a long trial
my first thought was how ya moms doin
now you almost almost free
your 20 year old little bro just caught shooting
for real black that’s the sh-t to water eyes
especially since your little brother was an artist on the rise
he said “sh-t , life’s crazy brother” just like my baby’s mother
i don’t stress who didn’t stay in touch now all i say is f-ck em
it’s hard to trust in these streets, so you remained lowkey
you knew a fiends lack of faith, could make him weak
he get bagged by the jakes n speaks
then wil’d out and even name some peeps
that sh-t will break your sleep
ayo one, my phone times up
keep on doin you, i’ll see you soon
the last words before the line cut

what good is the money if it comes with paranoia
plus the ones you used to spend it on, ain’t dare to pay your lawyers
always gotta look over your shoulder
you get caught slippin it’s all over
word
what good is the money if it comes with paranoia
plus the ones you used to spend it on ain’t there to pay your lawyers
always gotta look over your shoulders
you get caught slippin it’s all over
blow

we hit the avenue, once i got off the phone with black
saw one of the homies so we stopped the wip, hop out to give daps
like waddup?
he said hugging the block, serving cutties fast
watching out for funny cats, tryna make this money stack
word kid, keep handling your business on the low
always listen for the po, before i finished he said i know
since he a few years younger kick some wisdom when we spoke
but his vision ain’t much bigger than wips and expensive clothes
and the women kept his attention & gettin lit with his bros
right now they down to turn up wit you
but forget you when you broke
naive, blessed & driven destined different road
prison cells or cemeteries who gon visit when you go
he nod his head like he listen, though
i know he got a thicker skull
all he thinkin about is a rep, he gripping the tek, to get the respect
but being flashy when you hustle puts a target on your back
you almost asking for some trouble, cause they wanting what you have
but if you happen to keep it humble, longer you gunna last
i was savage when i was young, so this song isn’t just a track
in…fact, this a form of me giving back
to the youth im telling them shoot for the stars and stop shooting gats
he said “i ain’t scared of sh-t, won’t hesitate to spray a coward
i was working for 8 an hour, now i’m smokin a whole 8th an hour
the taste is sour, when the money bring crazy power
bullets everywhere if dare a sucker try to take what’s ours”
a thin line between fearless or foolish
experienced or clueless
i’m just tryna steer you clear from illusions
appearance confuses, even family can dissaseaper when you’re losing
he said “yeah, i hear you that’s true sh-t
i’ll hit you in a few to k!ll some brews
i gotta make a couple moves quick”
aight cool
we’ll be around the city cruising
driving around windows down stereo system booming like…

went to the park p-ssed the school
dapped his crew, what’s the scoop
they said 2 cats in cr-ppy suits p-ssed through & asked for you
well sh-t, no worry we was born ready
cool calm steady, as he chased a henny shot with more henny
couple hours gone by
he boutta serve his last customer
couldn’t recognize him, said f-ck it let’s stack this money son
handshake through the window of a new porsche from out of state
p-ssed a bag stashed in a box of newports
then it drives away
a quick sale to some rich kid
on his way back to the woods they pulled him over wit the quickness
coppers…treat him like a misfit, scared him sh-tless
said “you tryna make this right? then tell us where’d you get this”
paranoia creepin as he pictures his parents resentment
hesitates then seconds later they persuade him into snitchin
couple minutes down the road to the trenches
shorty had a bad feelin, he ignored it
dealin off them park benches
only satisfied when his pockets swollen
not knowing that the cops patrolling from a distance with dark lenses
they pulled up he hopped fences
started jetting as his heart was poundin’
weaving the projects but they had the whole block surrounded
dipping through alleys like 2pac & tim roth in gridlocked
d-mn…. all this because a snitch talked
money in one pocket and some bags in the other
pants sagging low, he had to throw his gat in the gutter
they press his head against the pavement his adrenaline faded, he finally…
catching his breathe the crowd staring and gazing and so was he
the puzzled faces, the trouble waiting plus incarceration
and his mothers shame it’s gon be hard to face it
d-mn….
another homie lost at what cost
from sitting comfortable on top, to sitting cuffed behind a cop
an undercover lookin out the window now you wonder
how the advice you got, went in one ear and out the other

yo onemike what good nig, i’m down to the last month man. 7 years gone man i ain’t gon’ lie it’s one of the hardest things (this call in from a federal prison)
couldn’t stop that, that’s how real you doin it
anyway just be easy ima be touching down in a couple weeks yo
glad you stay focused out there, this jail sh-t overrated, one love

- 1mike

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