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letra de summer madness - awon & phoniks

[intro: awon]
summer madness
shout out to the homie [?]

[verse 1: awon]
summertime you wanna get your groove on
get your move on, the streets be moulin
rouge yo, some thugs be packing the uzo
or hollering at shorties, trynna get them some culo
gangsters godfather like mario puzo
take the brother out who be getting the loot though
another ghetto star dressed up in his suit
not for prom graduation but his summertime funeral
the weather’s hot so is the block and the waistline
of all the wolves who be plotting trynna take shine
the summertime should be filled with no pain
this one is dedicated to those days it rained
when concrete was stained by the violence in the streets
humid nights filled with police sirens and white sheets
it’s rare that the summer brings peace and no beef
i pour out some henny for the homies, rest in peace

[hook: awon]
summer madness, the season of bleeding
summer madness, the season of grieving
summer madness brings along the sadness
summer madness, some are tragic
summer madness, the season of bleeding
summer madness, the season of grieving
summer madness brings along the sadness
summer madness, some are tragic

[verse 2: awon]
even though the blunts and the 40s be out
they putting 30s in the clips while the shorties is out
the brother sayeed told me little homie got hit
right on mother’s day, now my stomach is sick
the violence doesn’t solve it and the problems persist
authorities ain’t trynna fix the problem for shit
population control when we k!ll off our own
each one teach one yo it starts in the home
i tell my seeds i love ’em cause it weighs on my dome
the streets so crazy they might not make it back home
i pray every day that i make it to see another tomorrow
time borrowed from the summer that’s true indeed
if you understand the struggle you can take it from me
early graves ain’t a place people waiting to see
but the summer brings satan, the warmth and the wrath
if you hear gunfire stay up out of its path

[verse 3: awon]
it’s something about humid days and hot nights
that get n-gg-s murdered when they hit the spot light
the goons stay lurking, eyes open on your block
beef with rival crews you stay ducking the cops
even with id, you get humiliated
handcuffed in front of your crib, also your neighbors
they call you a boy when they know you a man
summertime especially not free in this land
of dreams and prosperity, we lost integrity
death is thy destiny if jail not catching me first
i don’t wanna hold another he-rs-
i don’t wanna say rest in peace another verse
but as long as racism lurks and people are jerks
is the time frame when innocent kids are getting hurt
black-on-black crime, what about black and blue
you won’t understand it until it happens to you
and i know every summer my n-gg-s act a fool
it ain’t no excuses i ain’t trynna say it’s cool
but every man responsible for his own deeds
and actions, i got that from the ogs
so we ain’t got a gun, we ain’t holding no keys
we checked out clean so let us go free
with all due respect why don’t k!llers get profiled?
seem like you send them to my hood to go wild
every summer

[outro]
[?]
each one teach one, knowledge of self
no faith in men i have faith in mankind
awon, make the [?]
[?]
it’s real in the field, word is bond
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- awon phoniks

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