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letra de simpli soul - anthm

[verse 1: anthm]

wish i could resurrect them soul singers
i pray to god that soul lingers
nowadays leaders are clutching the torch with four fingers
no opposable thumbs
has got a n-gga closing his lungs
from hot air that’s spoken by bums
no time for checkers
strictly chess, we design the efforts
final seconds we intertwine over vinyl records
marvin g-ye
let the music take you far away
like single mothers on father’s day
when it’s hard to pray

in a drought you feel the pressure when you reach
but a drop of water can turn a desert to a beach
an oasis
touch bases with those raised in rough places
frustrated screaming, “f-ck patience!”
the soundtrack to young cats who ain’t around flags
but pledge allegiance to 40 ounces and brown bags
with their posse on the block
rocking steady, never drop confetti
but they pants sag like they pockets heavy
greet my neighbours see you later
i’m at the corner bodega
they catered with that french vanilla flavor
look at the crowd often
i see a child walkin’
wish i could dethrone tyler perry and al sharpton
the cops are now parking right outside the school zone
suspicion moves like a virus and now it’s full blown
back to my roots, i’m headed home
grabbing a megaphone, black is beautiful in case you never known

[hook]

i’m doing donuts in a taxi
360 panoramic views might relax me
zoning in the back seat
observing hip-hop no b-boy stance
taking a new york to detroit glance
know what i’m talking ’bout?
i recruit from the booth to the inner city youth
we gon’ be alright now i salute
to them freedom fighters
we got that soul let it reunite us
eventually we gon’ be the brightest

[verse 2: anthm]

wish i could resurrect that soul music
made for every soul that ever goes through it
therapeutic how they infuse it, made it so fluid
preaching to lost choirs
dreams versus reality boost my thoughts higher
caught up in the crossfire
i was inspired when this ink got spilled
44 years since king got k!lled
look around, from prenatal to the cradle
to media portrayal
guns and liquor stores to diabetes that be fatal
wish we were headed back
to afros and leather clad cats with the fists up
fighting for what they never had
picture the streets, drug paraphernalia absent
who’s to blame for this failure to action?
this is hip-hop, modern day mahalia jackson
sh-t is gospel in my stereo blastin’, represent n-gga!
well, i think i got the resolution
pick up where soul music left off, the evolution is us

- anthm

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