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letra de b.l.b.p. - b.l.b.p.

[part i]

[verse 1: andrew]
one man’s malcolm is another man’s coon
i feel a n-ggas finna hit me with the sawed-off soon
are we crabs in a bucket f-ck it i’m ready to spar
will they hate it or love it and did you take it too far?
knotty-headed n-gga tryna rise above the fickle bunch
little did he know that when it rain it doesn’t trickle much
the calm before the storm still pours distorted
ignore it, ignorance is euphoric
gl-sses rosey sh-t was half full
nappy afro but he still didn’t know
till he was–
surfaced to madness, but found purpose in blackness
my quest for serenity could span the atlantic
don’t panic–stay calm–keep composure
contortions of rigor mortis, left for vultures

[verse 2: adrian]
wanna see a dead body?
floating face down in a river kids found me
on the fence from the jump, you’ve come to my senses
i’m your third world neighbors worst
land of milk and honey stirred; slurred the alphabet backward
receipts a secret, renown for self care
no visas needed, they brown and proud elsewhere
wonder as to where your sister went
under covers where bitter winters spent
cold hand bitten, canines with the bow tied
nomads fill in, hidden in case debo pry
dig in condor but don’t call him spanish
the twisted wanderer, crossing traffic
his babies calling, swallowing the last taste of allure
a young father with their safety to ensure
to them he’s just another felon deportee
paid to tear him from his dependent family
their knock on pine for his kind service
nervous, back in water, your busy swimmer
packing saucers, be it whiskey in the liver
so, who’re the thugs, narcos and rapists?
set the revolution, let scar show and thank us

[part ii]

[hook]
let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry
let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry

[verse 3: andrew]
40 acres and a mule and las huelgas all can prove
promises fall through, products of tall truths
sh-t we been through is tragic and systematic
habits of putting homies in caskets if they black or hispanic
this here the land of the free less you a minority
we got the powers that be, they creepin on you and me

[hook]
let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry
let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry

[verse 4: adrian]
isn’t it similar; isn’t fragrance familiar?
it represent homies that ain’t ever coming back
the presence of several depressants lacing your craft
it’s evident governor’s dependant
on black love, brown pride and the sets again

[verse 5: jose]
one word from an adviser, don’t listen to the televisor
take it from a man who everyday grows wiser
know that apologies aren’t given in love, but in guilt
i work hard and then reflect on what had been built
once saw unity as a bliss and a progression
but the more i dropped the more aggression, more than i care to mention
that’s how cold i gotta be
i did it on a whim
like a light on a candle i grew dim
left a body that seemed to slim, and a mind that was grim
i come from a country where i’m considered an immigrant
whether or not i’m legal? they don’t care
tell me how that’s not ignorant
but hey, the colored ones are the ones who have to be tolerant

[hook]
let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry
let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry
let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry
let it be moving backwards through several tragos de amargo licor, till my vision is blurry
vision is blurry
is blu–

- b l b p

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