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letra de onolatry - aral nen jr (raskol)

it seem like in the moonlight everything’s clear
i kick my shoes off and sip on water
as i look out towards the pier
stars glistening, crickets singing
it seems like paradise
cause for the first time in a long time
i look out and i don’t feel fear
like it’s all coming together
like this sh-t gently rested on my life
with grace of feather
and i’m feeling nice
like white people when they talk about weather
and i can say that because i’m mixed
i get the best of both worlds
like the ability to walk outside and not get judged by the rest of the whole world
or the gift of being able
to walk into the gas station and not get called out
or talk about the problems of our past nation
without having to wild out
but here’s the ironic thing
everything i just said is false
and it’s a hedonic thing
for me to watch yall fall
for these lies that i tell
don’t happen to be true at all
fact of the matter is
i talk about weather and i like it
and i got brown skin so sue me
plus i walk outside and the whole world act like they knew me
like there go that no good guy, that rob you of all your belongings
meet you in an ally at night
it ain’t true i’m just tryna buy a twinkie
i’m hoping you can feel me
cause when i go to the gas station to buy that thingy
police show up and ask me if i got any narcotics with me
and i ain’t tryna be deep or sentimental
but this leap is monumental
it’s just for keeps like doc-mental
and i can’t wait to see what our doc-ments tell
like when we buried deep in the ground
and black dark cold fossil fuels surround
will people dig us up and say
“d-mn this sh-t really got me dumbfound”
because the grave sites are segregated
but the skeletons colors are all brown
with dirt and mud and muck
all that seperation don’t matter
im looking at these bones
and they all look shattered
like a bandaid can’t fix this
sh-t you can find me in the river styx miss
i be fooling around with hades
and orpheus’s lyre
take a dip in the euphrates
after stealing the heat from vulcans fire
and this nation slowly turning in to stone
like medusa’s head on a throne
our situation dire
i’m just hoping we can fix it all before we cease to respire
cause all these scientists saying
that we k!lling our climate
and all these sciolists saying
that they lying and they can’t keep quiet
it’s not gone be funny when we all start choking and dying
and so i hope that we can resupply
and make earth the apple of our eyes
and take back all the bad sh-t that we done
before it’s too late and fire explodes outta the sun
and solar flares heat up earth’s atmosphere
and we turn to dust as our beings disappear
and there ain’t nothing left
i mean not a single souvenir

- aral nen jr raskol

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