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letra de black girl lost (acappella) - avie fresh

avatar the articulate – “black girl lost”
[emcee(s): avatar the articulate (aka avie fresh)]
[producer(s): avie fresh (aka avatar the articulate) and one-take]

[verse 1: avatar the articulate (aka avie fresh)]
you’re the air i breath on—believe, ma—make my degrees warm
far out like klingons, a knockout without a thing on
with dungarees on and a mean thong, you make a theme song
that ginuwine sang for kells. you’re nothing, son would like
to bang on an l, we’d rather scream out and yell
let the world hear. no makeup, superb hair, the breakup
was served here. i knew you were cheating. i was
at nuyorican, called up and heard heavy breathing. at first
i wasn’t believing, but, every evening, you was deceiving
you were the reason for the word “why” every time
i told you you’s a dime, you was my dear, how precious
and so rare i verbalized, but you didn’t care
evidently, the gentry said, “it’s elementary.” i’m meant
for you, but, see, you wasn’t for me, not in this century
it bent me ‘cause there should a throne for us
but, for now, that’s a whole different zone for us, word

[hook: avatar the articulate (aka avie fresh)]
diamonds all shining, looking all fine
pretty little face, you get a little high
young girls struggling, trying to survive
mother of the earth, she made you a nine
just tired of playing the same old games
messing with my mind, emotional things
and there goes
a black girl, love

[verse 2: avatar the articulate (aka avie fresh)]
where am i
focused? everything i do is still
it’s nil, null and void. boy, it’s ill
like troy, i go to war for my void to fill
for real, i try to chill and avoid the spill, but i’m
a lover not a fighter, a brother that’s a writer
i’ll read, fill my pipe up, lay back, flick the lighter and blow
from the bong, playing some slow songs so long
i played the man on the side, but when you slid, i had
to swallow my pride. we had to sneak out and hide, you was
mine for years, now i had to beg for your time
that’s dead. i forge ahead, life ain’t a straight road
it’s twists and turns ‘fore your go, you gotta burn for, you know
nevertheless, i wonder though how life’s treating a ho
that’s just my anger talking. don’t you know i think of you often? atlantic
city trips pretty and the hyatt in boston
love’s lost and i found another that i can smother, i tried
to make her take your place, but i really don’t love her. i can’t
run, brother. i reminisce on when i was younger. you’re in
my double helix, can’t clean it like felix unger. i’m in
my porsche with my cross and i’m crossed. black girl
lost

[verse 3: avatar the articulate (aka avie fresh)]
i could flow for eons, colder than freon when i shine like neon
from new york to beyond, don’t battle, but get my free on
i’m the don, but might get a little lonely when
tenderonis, they only want to hold me, but they just don’t know me
they’re phony but could be real, but i don’t feel what they feel
unless they’re feeling they own t-ts and -ss, it’s real
i’ll make ‘em veal and pasta meals with lobster
some sinatra. though i’m not a mobster, i clock paper proper
cake like fry hoffer, cream like carvel and keep
trees like i got a cartel, but it’s only the l-
-e-m, pen gems are send to my friends. my ex
girl, she be living in sin, she shaves her p-ssy and
gives it to men, -rg-sms lather her chin. i had
to let the ho go, but it troubled me so. she moves
like the city lights with a neon glow, faster
than express trains, it would pain her to slow. she spends
her nights in bars, hard liquor, gets into cars
music is loud, dress short—that’s just her style. a crowded
times square street full of ballers and freaks—that’s where
we met, but now she just moves to the beat

- avie fresh

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