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letra de my allegory - adonis_reaper

[verse – adonis reaper]
in the background church hymns sing
april 15, she birth him
from the heavens where they sent him
pontius pilate cursed him
they knew he was a threat to their oppression yet he somehow survived their domination
here to save the nation, he was anti-abomination
at the time he was too young to understand it all, still fascinated by the simple things & furthermore
every morning had to wake up & get water from the river, they were poor
what they had was enough cos he never wanted more
the only thing that really mattered was the company around him
surrounded by his people & they loved him
whenever he was down, they would hug him
eventually, the pendulum swings
sunday afternoons, he was runnin through the streets, tryna blend in with the freaks, witnessing k!llings & drug dealings, got exposed to demons
a misguided young n-gga got the gift with the curse, differentiating all the good from the bad
n-ggas were mad, others were sad because like him they never knew their own dads
he made peace with it, moved on
same ol’ sh-t, new song
attention please, here’s the plot twist
it gets fun, transition from the prodigal son to the chosen one
straight from the concrete, that’s where he rose from
where he came; all em’ folks were satisfied & settled for less but not him, he had to break out
stepped onto the scene & took bread out
hoping that they follow from the blueprint that he laid out
guess not, narrow minded n-ggas in their 30’s & they wonder why we damaged
they couldn’t see the vision but it worked to his advantage
for many years he practised
all the pressure on his back, n-ggas thought he wouldn’t manage
he left em all in awe, droppin’ jaws
the hood was at war, could give a f-ck bout the law
who gives a f-ck about us?
a glock nine the only thing a black n-gga can trust cos when the cops shoot us, who we gon’ call?
and once my life is gone, can’t n0body give it back to me
i tried to talk to god but he ain’t talking back to me, i think he got his back to me, devil’s tryna dance
maybe i should fake my death & go to france
premeditated suicide caught up in a trance
n0body truly knows me & it’s all cool wimme
apologizing in advance should the money change me
i know i got my momma to guide me back to the light
letter to the ghetto, we gon’ be alright
who woulda that i’d be rapping on beats, publicizing all my views & beliefs
while my n-ggas back home are busy hugging the streets
mythologic god, sumn like pluto, i’m in agony
what happened to the man in me, who wanted to change the world;
he saw that they got jesus crucified (why)
cos lucifer lied
so it’s time to ask yourselves who really setting us back?
is it the man?
or the land that we demand?
are we hindering the evolution?
how many revolutions we gon have fore’ we do the right thing?
rip to all the great men; martin luther king, 2pac, alexander the great
one caucasian
50 years later & they legends in the making
lord i pray for better days & to keep a strong faith
the hood is knocking on the door but they’d rather see a black n-gga strapping his gun
d-mn
[outro – nas (sampled)]
the gift and the curse? f-ck that sh-t, the first you’ll be last
i’m the man’s man, a rapper’s rapper
g-o-d, s-o-n – they’ll be none after
i was scarface, — was manolo
it hurt me when i had to k!ll him and his whole squad for dolo

- adonis_reaper

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