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letra de begin - aris sparks

[intro]

[verse 1: aris sparks]
as i thank the lord the night before being alive
i hear a couple shots, long nose, 4-5
and i wonder if the bullet reached its destination
20 minutes, couple sirens, sound like confirmation
now i wake up with the same thought that plagues my mind
if i step outside my shelter will it be my time?
i’ll probably be fine, or should i press rewind?
and re-record because we never know… when god decides
still tryna define, my meaning and existence
tryna make a difference, without a pot to p-ss in
just need an ear to listen, a mind to receive
an open heart to take these words and then believe
and, aye my day ain’t even started yet
“good morning” text messages and her legs ain’t even parted yet
veering off into territory, that ain’t chartered yet
from a city where the baby mommas, yea they ain’t in check
’til they get a check
hit the clothing store, then buy up all the percocets
tryna trap a n-gga and b-tch we ain’t make it yet
i’m like that kid from laney, but i ain’t quite faded yet
(ain’t quite faded yet) 6:45 i’m kinda pressed for time and i’m running late
eyes low like my high school graduation rate
or my gpa
my n-gga made a g today
and since he in the system i can’t say that that’s a sleazy way
7 am i brush my t–th and wash my face
hit the bong, exhale, let my mind sp-ce
grab my backpack, notebook, hit the door
peace to all my brothers – i get off at 4
moving through the city at a low speed
dap the dope dealer, juke the dope fiends
“can i get a dollar, young brother?”
and it’s ashamed cuz this is probably someone’s mother
strung out, pale skin, it’s so much desperation
suffer an eternity to find that elevation
like the first time, i remember my first time
i though it be the worse time, but i blew shorty’s back and mind
reminiscing well…she just text me
gotta make it to the shuttle, yesterday they left me
prosperity on market street
charity on market street
7:15 on market street
headphones in please don’t talk to me, b-tch
got a message from my mom saying keep it up
got a message from my sister saying leave it up
to you to put the city on the map
but i say leave it up to us, cuz umg we coming up
and i be praying that my luck is up
electric bill saying “n-gga what the f-ck is up?”
mortgage due, and i’m tryna get my ducketts up
my daughter b day right after christmas and she get what she wants (she get what she wants)
so i walk the same path everyday
jotting rhymes about how one day “im finna get away”
7:30 and i just made it
and when we make it i already know my mother prayed it
sent a track to xxl and somebody played it
and this journey for the life of me i wouldn’t trade it
and one day i’ll probably look back and laugh
but listen to my story…well…
because you don’t know the half

- aris sparks

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