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letra de lena horne (storms) - ashonte "dolo" lee

behold i send you out as sheep amidst the wolves…

[big d from da d]
i have pimped my pen in the cold european night
and the b-tch ain’t do me wrong when i wanted her to write
i have pimped my pen in the hot georgia sun
and my n-gga we ain’t drip smear or run
i have pimped my pen in a long michigan mile
and she ain’t drop count or cramp a playa’s style
i have pimped my pen and she is my treasure
coz a trick who ain’t freeze up on me i never met her and i doubt i will
cities of gold 2000 dollars in 2-dollar bills
i have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
i have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
i have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable

[dolo]
check
i told my youngin don’t let these females run you that’s ho sh-t
trip
better let yo head make yo decisions n-gga don’t trust in yo d-ck
but if it’s yo b-lls against the wall you better be about yo word
when you on the grind ain’t a lotta purpose all that clout gone serve
better keep yo mind up on yo grind until she off that floor
shut up all that talkin bout yo business what that trick don’t know
bout to get somebody locked up facin time or kickin door
when that pillow talk get up the street they gon have yo face in the floor
and it ain’t gon matter if u feel like it’s dry-snitching they will
and you can debate it over the bodies of yo folk done k!lled
but it don’t matter coz n-ggas be doin this sh-t like every day
man i got a potna and 2 cousins that got k!lled the same way
man it’s just another casket droppin
and yo name on some stone
you another n-gga
they gon figure
singing that same old song
and while you down here just a number it’s yo day to atone
meanwhile i pray at yo homegoing that he’ll accept you back home
there comes a time for every man gotta wake the f-ck up and see
you might be smart
but if you wise you know you f-cked up as me
i done done some sh-t might turn yo stomach
but i’m divulging my truth that i’m okay that i’ve been scarred so it ain’t got to be you
if i can lay claim on anything worth talkin bout that i’ve done
i’d plant my flag in leaving the game behind for the life of my sons
i’d bust my tag on the life of my daughters and tell them the queens they’ve become
i could die today and i’d leave the game yelling them 0 me 1
and as the days of our lives get trivialized my pops always said
that we don’t listen to the radio and all that bullsh-t you fed
if it live and it die it can lie even on that pulpit the rev
might be givin yo good guap straight to god but be bangin yo b-tch in yo bed
and you can flip the script instead catch em both upstairs
break the dishes in the kitchen tie both them b-tches to chairs
stick the pistol half a inch from they temples and k!ll em dead
it’s all because they made you feel like you was a b-tch in yo head
now i ain’t tryna tell ya that you should just let it burn in a spliff but allow me to ask you
if you was ever in control of yo sh-t
coz i done been told ya bout how these f-ckheads be all up in yo midst
and what a n-gga take for a joke existence will not omit
so be prepared young hyena coz we got lions to k!ll
if you don’t wanna be taken you gon need a special set of sk!lls
and all a n-gga might have to give you then is the best that i got
and at best you’ll never have to hear: i can’t make it
i’m shot
god willing
you ride for me and i’ma ride for you too
and we’ll be kings droppin bombs with dank b-tches and brew
put yo arm around the homies
my n-gga let n-ggas know
that if it’s you
then it’s me
and i’m yo keeper fa sho
if you gotta fight then you fight him when he ain’t seeing the light
but be the first to help him up or admit you ain’t right
get drunk that night
like we been drinking today
my n-gga i ain’t got the words for how a n-gga been feelin this day
but i’ma let the liquor tell it like i always do
when i’m talkin bout them old playas and i’m bumpin my screw
coz n-gga life is b-tch and my n-gga i pimp it for you
just gimme a pen
tell me when
watch me pimp that too
i had a mouth back in my hey
but i’ma tell you today
they’ll pop yo top over that brash sh-t my n-gga watch what you say
i know that feeling
they wanna test you you in yo grown man zone
but my main objective as your progenitor is to see you back home
you got yo b-lls and ya word to carry but let me keep this sh-t real
they ain’t these n-ggas from the block so just shut the f-ck up and deal
i’ma tell you like dj told nola
keep yo hands on the wheel
coz i ain’t about taking no life no more be believe me i will
let em take you if you wrong don’t run it’s a trip downtown
don’t say a word but get my lawyer youngin my attorney stay down
wish i knew what to tell you bout what to do if they clown
for me that’s when all the marchin stops yo pops’ll burn this b-tch down
inshallah
kingdom’ll come before i let that sh-t ride
so in yo car
leave all that f-ck sh-t until you get back inside coz my oh my
my life don’t matter none if you have to die
so it’s a given through the strom you been my suns in the sky
the storms a b-tch
pimp it right and get back home to me dry

- ashonte dolo lee

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