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letra de peace of mind - apollo charles

[hook]
yeah, i know what i want, so i gotta work every day
knowing nothing in this life is free
and i know what i need
so i gotta do what i have to, i know i’mma get my peace
i know what i want, so i have to work every day
knowing nothing in this life is free
and i know what i need
so i’mma do what i have to
best believe i’ll get my peace, yeah

[verse 1: apollo charles]
poverty: poor people in need of help
government says “oh well”
they need the funds for the military,
‘in god we trust’ but don’t call us missionaries
the citizens dissmissin’ the holder of the scepter:
obama the decepter
-soundbyte-
we just want some money
they think it’s funny we get nun/none
the corrupt are running our monastery
the monetary value next to none
come, consume to support the economy
i refuse, i’ll ignore,
they’re missing the point of democracy
let’s try and be original
abstract, anarchy,
we p-ssed that cautionary phase
“don’t tase me bro set down your weapons”
just a phrase i heard at a protest
imperial ideas, military might
we’re supposed to think that they know best
my attire seen by trapwire
where’s the invisible cloak shed
i’mma create a schism in the middle of the bloated
stomache of the man, i’m so fed
i reserve the right to stab him till he’s so dead
and the people are promoted

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[verse 2: apollo charles]
blood on the street for the love of heat
speak about a heart’s yearning
cause the beat’s my wife
i’m tryna bring peace through burning
our governing system
murder the mister so his mistress can rise like a phoenix
affair’s are fiendish, but this lady deserves to be the queen sit
on the throne, no threat of being usurped, so bet she ain’t squeamish
lady liberty just a dream
martin luther jr. was -ss-ssinated
and our future looted when 2pac got shot
blood or crip it don’t matter
you’re milking the beef, it’s all bull
release the utter cause your trapped in a vicious system
and the energy to resist the real enemy is tapped
you’re strapped and shootin’ the villain that’s black
k!llin’ is wack unless you’re k!llin’ the man
stand on your feet, or die on your knees just
prayin’ to white jesus
born in nazareth his skin olive
ironic how a graduate of harvard don’t know the world’s lawless
plomo o plata is my offer
and bet i’m broke so choke on a cherry lozenge
or mob with a friend of the people
apollo, one of rap’s last heroes
and if the rapture happened today would you capture the essence of evil
or be a sheep in the presence of jesus
i’m a leo tryna lay with the lamb and be one of your leaders
aslan on my right hand, i have no fears
my peers veer further to the darkness every year
chaos is near
let’s pray loss of life doesn’t happen to those we hold dear

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[verse 3: apollo charles]
i could stop a riot with some firearms
2nd amendment grants protection
i think they’re jealous
they must be listening to leviathan
the pestilence of poverty
these locusts are setting off my alarms
the aliens are in america that’s why there isn’t life on mars
they’re in search of the american dream, this is a nightmare
my day dreams, stay mean, my will is never breaking
cause karma helps me stay clean
not everything is black and white
society is a collage of colors in the making
i’d use michaelangelo’s palette to paint a ballad
that shows the many challenges we’re facing
like the dance of death
and my toes’re already breaking
this world is taking a painstaking toll
she;d ask for gold but she knows
that’s what banking controls
and so i pray despairingly
cause in this day and age peace of mind’s a rarity
the truth is daring me to carefully
expose the lairs of beasts
show that they don’t care to be, human
i’m tearing the set off this truman show reality
the very peace we seek is buried deep and leaks
when we commit a marry deed
bear with me cause
we need a green eco like samos
this smoke smog finna maime us
god save us
mortality is like dice
we gamble on our life
and with the sickle swing of his scythe
death strikes
when you sold your soul your spirit goes into his clothes
his robes are worth four hundred times their weight in gold
i suppose death owns droves of souls cause success is all humans wanna know
what’s left is a body bag of bones
inside the heart whines and moans in agony
death is laughing now, he’s the master of your fate
but you’re okay with that
cause you have a wealthy bank account
amount in the billions
so cold and soulless you would bankrupt sicilians
peace of mind isn’t a riddle man
please dont mid the middleman
it’s only you and a higher power
but our flesh let objects get in the middle, man
be resilient

- apollo charles

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