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letra de loved ones - alexander anderson

we ain’t always thinkin’ bout the loved ones
and we ain’t never dreamin’ bout the loved ones
and we ain’t never chillin’ with the loved ones
until it’s too late, until it’s too late

m-ss murder i’m still further desensitized
republicans are terrorism incentivized
nowhere to run in this city, nowhere to hide
lookin’ for a lost loved one to settle my mind
african-american icons fade away
or get murdered in the street like freddie gray
the system cut the saturation now i’m seeing gray
white’s and blacks still segregated here today
don’t like the corporate view, i change up the hue
all i see is blood red don’t know what to do
which muscle to move, which hustle to choose
all my life facing strife now i lost my groove?
planet overpopulated yet i feel alone
not a moment in the day for me to call home
i’m a broke man trynna chase the bling till i
got an unexpected phone ring from a loved one

we ain’t always thinkin’ bout the loved ones
and we ain’t never dreamin’ bout the loved ones
and we ain’t never chillin’ with the loved ones
until it’s too late, until it’s too late

until a life’s at risk, we never stop to think
how we might behave, when you’re on the brink
of extermination, for your consideration
consider this, the greater implication
of a nation run, by greed and sedation
these representatives need a change of occupation
they call it foreign policy, i call it you bombin’ me
men, women, children and babies
call it a war crime, but y’all got the spin
corporate media calls a phony war a win
hillary you’re trynna’ drag us into war again?
she’s not fighting for the people why do we pretend?
i’m trynna’ make amends, with those around the globe
everbody who’s lost a loved one for money goals
money can’t solve a rich man’s health but you
might find a poor man’s health with his loved ones

we ain’t always thinkin’ bout the loved ones
and we ain’t never dreamin’ bout the loved ones
and we ain’t never chillin’ with the loved ones
until it’s too late, until it’s too late

we don’t wanna think about a lost loved one
we don’t wanna think about a world free of guns
no time to chill gotta pay these bills
everybody’s racing but my mind stands still
strapped to the bill, we runnin’ back home
in my own zone, made my own lane
cops playin’ games, with a n-gg-s life
tazer to my chest, now a n-gg-‘s paralyzed
back to rollin’ dice, in the jail cell
white man’s paradise, black man’s h-ll
bones feel frail, muscles feel stale
life seems to fail, the cat’s all bailed
kickin’ it alone, my knees feel weak
future looks bleak, bars on fleek
feelin’ real sleek (fade out) …

- alexander anderson

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