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letra de too soon - andy oliveira

had a conversation that really shook up the room
what’s more scary, lose it early or a blessing too soon?
is it premature to tell my story, write rhymes?
am i in right mind? nothing to hide
we all got items we want but don’t have
the bible says you can just ask
so you bug god saying, please can i have it
it’s been a while
it ain’t even my idol. man i just want it right now
dreams of living life like rappers do
me or you the master? who knew i’d have to choose
want it bad, but i’d rather have you
can’t n-body do it the way you do
cuz there’s nothing like the right thing at the wrong time
like buying a million watt light bulb that don’t shine
everythings good, it just can’t be god
kinda odd, we worship jobs and slack off when it’s time to work on our own mind
say it ain’t so
here i go, with the verses
i’m certain only things deserved immediately is wrath
but we dont rush that. funny. some things wish i could take back but your

right on time, you’re not late
i can’t fly and so i wait
if i should should die, i know my place
in due time, all in due time
mountains high, all i face
i can’t fly and so i wait
in due time, find my place
in your arms, in your arms

i was 16, we lost adriel
hard to believe, he was just with me at 12
at 3 walked with me so i wasn’t by myself
death wasn’t to sh-lls, hard to tell
he had some problems he was dealt
good friends for years, though we could’ve been closer
didn’t have many then, an aquantince meant the most
i was young, paranoid life be taken by a man with bad intentions
lack of safety belt. who knew he’d lose it to himself
that night, like autumn, i felt colder
couldn’t even cry, felt i didn’t have a shoulder who’d understand
no one can. days later, broke down and screamed
a couple years ago coulda been me
pushed god further, death is hard to believe
was so lost, couldn’t properly grieve
remember luke p-ssed i was just under 17
bout to hit the street a couple weeks, b-mped into him pumping gasoline
scent of liquor in his breathe, normal to me
little did i know, the whip he’d put gas in he’d p-ss in. what a scene
couldn’t even make the funeral, out chasing a dream
i swear things ain’t always what they seem
i remember got the text i was feeling dismayed
bout to hit the stage. first time performing out of state
gave my all, didn’t even get paid
can’t think on that now. missed his vigil, so i hit my knees and i prayed
just a couple stories to tell through the songs that i sing
i know where my peace comes from ain’t people and things
reach the end and look back, what have you gained?
roots in the king, give truth though i’m physically drained
look ahead and see brighter days
though the clouds in the way
i bow my head and i pray
please god, don’t let me go astray. let me speak your name
and paint healing, same one that i need

- andy oliveira

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