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letra de preachin' man - a-f-r-o

alright
ok!

[verse]

bow down to surround sound, other equipment
in order record magnificent messages, need an instrument
i just have the microphone, the voice entrapped in my throat
in which the flow show out the mouth, around close to coast
supposed to be the most intricate in any leadership
my flow scientists couldn’t measure with a meter stick
or a gram, yard, so far the profanity level
is yet to cause insanity, humanity’s rebels
the man in me is mellow like a cello, playin’ sеttled
in which this ghetto side of this fеllow will crumble with decimals
stumbled in general towards this horror that i witnessed
upper body lifts to fist, but lemme tell the story’s importancy
seems the youth is troubled by non-existent truth
roofies abusin’, misuin’, loot for beer, assume
that they dig deep in clues, with the meaningless news
i seen kids equip death at their doorstep from usin’ heroin
and several prescription medicine
investin’ their essence and testaments towards irrelevance
in a sort of retorted assortment, distorted with moments of focus
that helps you be copin’ with so many smokers and such
whatever bust, as it must trust as delicate
hesitant, as a-f-r-o’s mad stats unfold
i’m a carpenter with a harder persona, positive messages
tell it with some indepen-dence and sentences
personal experience, brothers and sisters agree with this
drug-addled cells propel with gun average, wealth and sin
inconsistent militant ignorance
equips racism, faces the brain, places it towards drugs and prison
i take precautions, all of ya robbin’ and drinkin’
i solve it with thinkin’, tellin’ kids to stay away from demons
drugs, guns and such some how connect with demonic problems, i’ve had it
it’s daily life and mathematics
your life is like a fraction, demoninator is hopeless
but the hope is somehow within the dimmed focus
although i’ve seen both blacks and whites smoke crack pipes
that’s all they had in life, they have a fuzzy afterliife
ahead of ’em
crack-heads corrupt black men
stacked the black and odds against the drama and call it friendly
it’s a deadly mission, death defyin’ wisdom in a bag of weed
effects relent on brain cells, excelled speed
the cocaine shows aim to most brains and slow frames
your lose your job, wife, same thing happens to a junkie
somethin’ jumpin’, the paramedic settle, heart is thumpin’
than ever before, you wake up in a hospital
and blink your eyes, realize the cost of your life if you don’t stop tokin’
you overdose, the pain changes to mainly excruciating
your tomb is basic, says rip on your grave
marked with plain basic words that people don’t care about
you’ll be forgotten by your family, those that love you now
it shows how goals are shot down by robbed clowns
and needles, and joints of bullets that point towards your foolishness
you’ll soon to be cool with it, and that’s when we derail
the whole process itself is when society will fail
and end up less than up-scale

- a f r o

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