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letra de dear god - anonymuz

these days i been really in a mood
tired of my people dying on the news
police think a n-gga only seeing red
homie you don’t know me i be feeling blue
these days everybody got opinions
how you could’ve done it, how you should’ve did it
how to be a hunnid, how to see a million
if you had the money how you would’ve spent it
these days i been taking sh-t for granted
feeling disenchanted tryna find the love
but i been abandoned i don’t understand it
we can go from how it is, to how it was
maybe i be tryna see the other side of peoplе
whats inside them i don’t try to judge
but i’m only human i bе going through it
ain’t n0body doing sh-t that i can trust these days
feel like its blasphemy
did a whole lotta bad sh-t in my past
thats why i’m quick to get mad if a n-gga harassing me
i remember nights being sicker than sad
contemplating on life and what it could be actually
sh-t is a fantasy, sh-t i imagine ain’t even in my bag
just see how i plan to be
had to go back to the way that i was
i be tryna show love, n-ggas is slander
just another reason that i don’t give a d-mn bruh
if sh-t go left i don’t got a miranda’s
got no badge i ain’t putting my hands up
if you got no bag i ain’t putting my plans up
heard folks saying its a devil inside me
sometimes i wonder if i’m really am one
dear god

[anon’s pops]
before i came to this country
the us- you know for us
in those days was the ultimate
you know you must come to this country
they didn’t show you how-
they didn’t show you all the drugs
they didn’t show you people k!lling each other
they didn’t show you homelessness and all that
you know, they didn’t tell us none of this
[verse]
dear god
why you making n-ggas suffer like it ain’t enough
that we done f-cking did
did it to my brother, did it to my sister
give it to my mother, give it to my kids
critics in a bubble, n-ggas ain’t ?
got me saying f-ck it, it is what it is
i don’t wanna trouble i just wanna dip
i don’t wanna struggle i just wanna live
cuts from my fist, blood on my kicks
run like the sticks, flood like a ditch
done for my big bruh, all my nig-gas
from the 61, to the 6
knowing they ain’t did none but exist
numb to this sh-t, done with this sh-t
funny n-ggas give blame to the poor boy
but this sh-t come from the rich
tell me what a dollar cost..
look into a molotov..
healing to a holocaust when i think about it
cause i always wonder why
its n-ggas living in the slaughterhouse
could i k!ll somebody sh-t i thought about it
sh-t i got a hammer and its popping outta fire
i feel like i got to, cause i ain’t with the bull
n-ggas thought i was docile but its dog eat dog
and them b-tches is hostile
city of angels got me laying with demons
til the ghost of the past turn present and haunt you
heard folk saying its a devil beside me
sometimes i wonder thats what talk? do
dear god
[anon’s pops]
those people that you are
you have refused to forgive
they going by every night happy you know
they don’t care you kno
whether you are f-cking with them or not
you the one thats carrying that unforgiveness
you the one thats not sleeping every night
always believe in god, god is everything
if you put god in anything that you are doing
you will be a better person

- anonymuz

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