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letra de mr stone - armstrongww

thoughts stay moving i’m on the road
too bad long ways to go
ain’t no water i’m drenched in gold
they don’t see it i bet you so
so tired – so stuck – i’m trippin
treat my writing like it’s hieroglyphics
first glance you could prolly miss it
same talk put “i” in spirit

turn my heart so loud you hear it
till the words turn incoherent
till i can not preach no mo
till the rays in sun turn cold

till the day i cut my fro
h-lla sharks in the sea fake love to prosper those is not your bros
we split the pie and not chance to finally have control
move like shadow only find me when the sun in close
why don’t you run and go cuz right here n-ggas moving stones
to feed the village gotta turn into pot and stove
who lit the fire in your blunt you coughing out the smoke
who k!lled and cut the goat you worship while you stuff throat
i’ve seen em contracts camouflage yo death as something more
i’ve come in contact with a version of myself loathe
and it ain’t natural
i tried to add the difference i’m not making up
see i don’t wanna die before i make enough
if you could give me everything i’m thinking of
will i get enough, will i get enough

i tried to add the difference i’m not making up
see i don’t wanna die before i make enough
if you could give me everything i’m thinking of
will i get enough, will i get enough

got on my pride like a winter coat
quick draw when i clutch the pole
danger outside when your rights is sold, gotta run miles on your tippy toes
well i’m flat footed
down to earth i just passed way
had to get tuff i’m mr. clay
mr. stone no finsta break
rocks had built my whole estate
rasta man i grew my braids
where we come from we de stay
get a kingdom like mansa musa
put tribe quest in constitution
we go to war gun fire acoustics
i try act like i ain’t chose it
can’t lie sound lil like music
i wrote this song in houston
right on a alief building
where i grew up like flower
got all my super powers

and the greater we get the more we counting dollars
dirty hands on the check gon put my kids through college
hope what ever come next is second next to dollars
but the heart on my chest no longer beating loudest

i tried to add the difference i’m not making up
see i don’t wanna die before i make enough
if you could give me everything i’m thinking of
will i get enough, will i get enough

- armstrongww

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