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letra de don't go - b heston

(verse 1)
ain’t ‘tryna go to the church
they be shootin’, it hurts
put they bodies in he-rs-s
shootin’ hate, it hurts kid
what i say in these verses
is like corinthians verses
we ‘tryna make things new
but this is what they wanna do
shoot up the study, shoot up the n-ggers
start all the wars to keep up the figures
figured they won’t ever be with us
we won’t, y’all in a bad place
white verse black, that’s a bad race
don’t we know its all the same?
all the same
except the race is lame
and no one’s exempt, keep it ‘hunna
keepin’ all the guns, i’m the number one ‘stunna
hit you with the stunner
if you think of hittin’ my people, this is not a come up
not a come up, n-ggas will draw they swords
bows and arrows and rob ya stores
make it ours, sell it back to ya
brooklynites, charlestonite
crips from south side in cars tonight
ridin’, bangin’, slangin’, not hangin’
bloods from brownsville on they yamahas
not signaling, changin’ lanes and
n0body gives a f-ck about ya
anything, you give a f-ck about
so when you get filled with lead it hurts
how ’bout my words?
take you to

(verse 2)
paris

columbine

sandy hook

virginia tech

tucson, arizona

aurora, colorado

charleston, south carolina

thirty thousand of us die by the gun
and its wh0r- the bullet every year
who wore the vests when the kids got popped?
who told our boys to look inward to solve the problems, rather than to the glock
its like we like our gats more than our cats
and like white keys more than the black
we lookin for some major chord progressions
but forgot the minor details of how progress gets made
radio raheem love and hate

gentle giants gettin’ choked out
its eighty-nine all over again
for hundreds of years, they weren’t our friends
now we supposed to believe they are?
bernie mac still tellin’ jokes in heaven, ya know?
don’t like black guns, don’t like wesley snipes!
how do we make sure there are no longer fools
who see glitter, and speak gold
whose minds are so young
yet bodies so old
are there places they don’t go?

(verse 3)
it’s time to stay out the hood
they ’bout to turn the sh-t good
the brownsville i spoke of before
now havin’ less liquor stores
and the roads gettin’ paved
i guess they pavin’ the way
to take the guns off the streets
i’m sorry, is it just me?
or do they even have care
about the people they fear
they’d put us all in he-rs-s
as soon as i finish my verses
but this is a different version
than the dude who was shootin’ at turbans
ain’t talkin’ race, n-ggas racism
is based off of hate living
wait, listen
ignorance should be a misdemeanor
baracus would judge
pity the fool
dont’ pity the school
or the churches gettin’ the slugs
don’t put salt on the slugs
those are open wounds
time to learn from the past, time to open the tombs
open the room
make new sets of keys
i shouldn’t have to ask to let us please
live our lives away from pharisees
parentheses, these hateful n-ggas
i can’t wait for n-ggas
to go and get, a holy book
read ’em all, tell me the difference
learn the maths and then you’ll get
wise to the ways we’re different
no difference, no different

- b heston

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