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letra de suicidal tendencies - angry blackmen

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[verse 1: quentin]
this that post apocalyptic
angry black dope musician
on my phillip k d-ck, all i spit is
science fiction

dropped the alcoholic addiction
i was in a sh-tty position
but i’m back from the dead
like a zombie brain condition

me and brian like magicians
mystify the audience
dumbledore ya dome, shooting spells at ya body b-tch

bars like tsunami waves, they looking at me all kinda ways
i ain’t been this dope, since a n-gga was in his college days

back to my violent ways: deck you in yo jaw
i remember when i saw them bullet holes in my wall

sauk village stand tall, cuz that’s the sh-t that made me
shout out to my mother and my grandmama that raised me

swеar my ex hate me
all is forgivеn
i ain’t really been the same since i found religion
profound ambition, naysayers doubt the vision
look how i aim for my goals with
sharp procession

[interlude]

[verse 2: quentin]
suicidal tendencies
i had to get my mind right

you can see the pain
when you starring deep in my eyes

n-ggas say i changed
but they hating on the sidelines

trying to maintain
my depression on a fine line

looking back in hindsight, they ain’t see the vision yet
a bunch of cracker kids hype our music on the internet

my mom smoking cigarettes, told her ass she gotta quit
ciggy only way she fight the demons that she dealing with

i ain’t really feeling it, the stress and all the strain
feel the pressure in my brain, god a n-gga feel insane
might pull a kurt cobain
join the 27 club
in the tub
wrist slit they ain’t show a n-gga love

all my life i had it rough
n-ggas had to act tough
growing up in the ghetto, n-ggas call you on you’re bluff

step daddy on that stuff, i was raised on section 8
mama praying on her knees, hope she see some better days

stressing out for seven days, feeling like it’s just a phase
when i left chicago, left that b-tch without a trace

made mistakes, did dirt
put that on my granny grave

we descends of the slaves
working hard need a raise

crime pays, i’m a n-gga with a f-cking attitude
spin my ops, double jumping like i’m crash bandicoot

all i need, solitude, i been paying all my dues
feeling like i’m hood famous, b-tches send me h-lla nudes
i can do without the booze, been a couple months sober
alcohol f-cked me up, throwin’ up looking bloated

so devoted to this music, swear this sh-t is therapeutic
my relationship with rap, h-lla toxic and abusive

- angry blackmen

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