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letra de carried away (unofficial remix) - akala

[verse 1: akala]
another he-rs- roll up slow
carry one more poor lost soul
carry them things every single day
coz it makes him feel safe
coz he carry on them ways, screw face
love the game, reppin’ his estate
talk tough look straight in his face
carrying deep pain, self-hate
carry fam, so he carry weight
it’s logical daddy got carried away
not married away, just didn’t stay
this coward carried his son to this fate
his boys carrying weight in a wooden box
can’t stand straight
they was getting outta the game
but look fate she don’t wait
now the woman in the front row, her face
show no pain
but her brain went insane on the day the
news came
stare into sp-ce, face numb
the boy getting carried, she carried 9
months

[hook]
when this world strip me naked, i turn and
i face it
and really believe i have the strength to
change it
i’m crazy, it’s blatant sometimes i get
carried away
when this world strip me naked, i turn and
i face it
and really believe i have the strength to
change it
i’m crazy, it’s blatant sometimes i get
carried away

[verse 2: djd34th]
i get carried away
each day i live
each game i play
i rarely give… two sh-ts
i witnessed friends getting shot down by rogue bullets
but, that’s the price you pay when you live in the poorest districts
they were selling bricks to random pr-cks
they were committing licks
this game has too many politics
too many poor kids selling to keep the lights on
as i walk through the streets filled with neon, reminiscing
just missing my friends, wishing they were here to see me
but, sh-t is crazy
so, they think they can go on a spree
family doesn’t even care if some come back or not
they just wanna know how many stacks they made… selling crack by day
sorry for my previous songs, guess i got carried away

[verse 3: akala]
one more body bag getting carried back
from the war zone where they carry
straps
where little kids is attacking tanks coz
they carry no fear of the man
all they know here is they land
and a hero, gotta make a stand
so they roll cold with it in their hand
let it bang on the big bad man
but this particular soldier never move
colder
never enrolled to blow no homes up
felt that life had carried him under
chose to phone the number
the army gives you training
nothing they say could really explain it
sign them papers, enslavement
now you’re a tool to carry their hatred
rob, steal, strip a nation
all he wanted was qualifications
so he could carry his family places
better than those that he was raised in
never really thought, he’d ever have to go
to war
now who’s gonna tell his kids daddy can’t
carry them no more

- akala

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