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letra de heaven sent - apeninja

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[intro]
off the dome, f-ck it, why do i need a pad?
i don’t need no pad, i’m kendrick b-tch…

yo…

[verse]
heaven sent… eloquently present tense
i write the path towards my future with divine intent
in a sense my innocence was left up on the fence
and all these past events; these chapters of my book i pen

its all inspiration, absorb instigation
i never have it out in public – i put pen to paper;
i’d rather put my thoughts to use and make something sacred;
i’ve lived too long to doubt the fabric of the f-ckin’ matrix…

cuz ever since i found my speed
i been weaving through these streets
with two eighths and 50p’s
blindly striving to succeed
where the lions and the tigers tryina turn sh-t into beef
cuz the systems got us squeezed like there’s not enough to eat!

so i grabbed an oz, i flipped it into 3
back then i was 19, these raps taught me how to speak…
but all i ever learnt out on these streets was doubling my p
so i stacked a couple gs

now my hit list is looking like my tic list
all my enemies are affecting my business
i know its easy to get a strally and just fix this
but i believe in allah and i gotta bear witness

riding on the bike home
typing on the iphone
dodging all this traffic with one eye upon the lights though
tryina find a shout before the end of the night though
cuz voices in my head remind me why i dont like home

mum and dad are beefin, he’s always coming late
there’s food up in the fridge but we never see his face!
all my brothers – they just waste! never have nothing to say
unless its “move mate!!” “f-ck off” or i smack him in the face…

cuz hes tryina act smart, or he won’t get out my way
so i’m listening to 2pac and baggin’ out these eighths…
i know that one day i can find a better way
so i rewind these tapes and i tell you bout my pain

so i’m steady doing shows upon the circuit
every time i step up on the stage you know i murk it –
promoters tryina palm me off on tour as the driver;
give me a bit of henny, couple tenners, couple fivers

so i’m tryina shot these bags of coke to these skets though
cuz money from the show ain’t covering the petrol!
we be like “smell that sh-t, its like petrol”
yeah we just grab the doe and then we dash out to the next show

couple of things happened, a couple of things didn’t;
a couple of rumours spreading like it was a new religion
these puppets are fools – listen to nothing but foolish spitting
coming from stool pigeons who know nothing of wisdom!

never had no eloquence, speaking with no evidence
gave em my whole essence, they tarnished my rep effortless…
i gave em all i had – they put it in a pot
they turned the stove on and then stirred it until its hot

they served it to the people, they judging me with their eyes…
i was by their sides when their struggles were in their lives!
i pulled em out their ditches, my words serving as stitches;
i healed them with my actions instead of burning these bridges

and now, all alone, these no rest for the wicked
all i need is forgiveness, lord bless me with sound vision
bless me with the power to rise out of the ashes
cuz a phoenix can die once but never will i vanish naah……

i said a phoenix can die once but never will i vanish naahhh…

that why….

that’s why i’m sitting back, writing raps of my distant past
thinkin’ “rah… lifes a b-tch with a bitter past!”
mistletoe nights to dismissing these pacts
remembering memories that were forgotten way back

sometimes torturous, other times it is pleasant
but discord is always silent in the presence of the present
brandishing lethal weapons in my memories walls
but in the aftermath its me who is heavily scarred –

yeah i ask myself sh-t like….
why am i sh-t like?
why do i sit high in the moonlight with six pints?
howling at the lunar, asking about my future
decoding messages that were sent to me by a mute god

i feel like i be losing my mind…
in between love and hate, what a beautiful lie
who can i confide in and why?
when the lord i’ve always prayed to has never ever showed me his eyes

if life is a question
death is deception
headless hors-m-n on a pathway to ascension
hiding under the floorboards with rats as my protection
entering the field of the forgotten with no mention…

i felt like i wasn’t welcome…
i felt like icarus when he fell and his father couldn’t help him…
seldom looked at the sky since…
i’m reading braille as my eyes squint
skirting over the fine print
tryina find the answers for what god is deciding
and where the f-ck i fit inside it…
lord bless me with your guidance
please, lord
bless me with your guidance

ameen

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