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letra de black heart - b3ric

if i should die before i wake
please, god walk with me
grab a n-gga and take me to heaven

i gotta black heart this world’s given me a dark soul
mass confusion, yo what’s the goal?
all the anger out there has made me angry in return
when’s my turn to try and turn us before we burn

it’s all making me feel sick right inside my chest
almost like i went out and forgot to wear a vest
got into it and got shot 9 times through my shirt
now i am placed 6 feet underneath all this dirt
but it’s only just numbers to sum, and they don’t care
they have no rеason so they keep life unfair
the won’t fix thе world if it doesn’t pertains to them
only if it’s the only thing that’s entertaining them
i was just like you, f-ck you, why is you mad for?
callin’ women sl-ts and, her is a wh0re
she don’t deserve it you b-tch better loose up
before you get k!lled quickly or even noosed up
do i lack the juice because berry-eric isn’t black
or is it because people are scared when i’m back
attack, only if provoked for spitting all the facts
hating the truth isn’t cool it’s a fool-ish act
taking off a piece of wanting any kind of peace
i still form a middle finger when i see police
guns don’t solve the problem of anythang
get one loaded and stop the solution after it bang
now we have many questions we have to know
people are soft, sleep on em like a pillow
they ain’t hard no more just having false thoughts
looking down at themselves failed all they fought
i gotta black heart this world’s given me a dark soul
mass confusion, yo what’s the goal?
all the anger out there has made me angry in return
when’s my turn to try and turn us before we burn

i got a pain deep in my, black brain
i have a hole deep in my, black soul
i got a hol’ up deep in my, soulja’s heart
i have a part deep in my, black heart (2x)

dear sister, got me twisted up in prison, i miss ya
cryin’, lookin’ at my niece’s and my nephew picture
they say don’t let this cruel world get ya
kinda suspicious, swearin’ one day you might leave me
for somebody that’s richer
twist the cap off the bottle, i take a sip and see tomorrow
gotta make it if i have to beg or borrow
readin’ love letters; late night, locked down and quiet
if brothers don’t receive they mail, best believe we riot
eatin’ jack-mack, starin’ at the walls of silence
inside this cage where they capture all my rage and violence
in time i learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
apologies to my true sisters, far from b-tches
help me raise my black nation, reparations are due
it’s true, caught up in this world i took advantage of you
so tell the babies how i love them, precious boys and girls
born black in this white man’s world—
and all i heard was
i gotta black heart this world’s given me a dark soul
mass confusion, yo what’s the goal?
all the anger out there has made me angry in return
when’s my turn to try and turn us before we burn

i got a pain deep in my, black brain
i have a hole deep in my, black soul
i got a hol’ up deep in my, soulja’s heart
i have a part deep in my, black heart (2x)

though i walk through the valley of h-ll the shadow follows me
wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow, expect apologies
you prolly panic, stranded in search of a better planet
realism hard to understand, we stand slanted
and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
i pray to black jesus to please take the rest of me
and still, the best of us build and reach monetary gains
some of us k!lled, but still, most of us can change
if we search deeper
god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper
enemies get beside me, flows go deep as poseidon
when we ride, plots keep all my enemies blinded
time will soon show, a thought can last for years
outshinin’ your fake smiles, plastic tears
like last year, n-ggas stuck in the past, and it’s clear
given so much and i still, feel cursed
i ain’t african american, i’m just american
why can’t america treat americans as the same man
june february why we dividing each other with months
not doing what’s right just what we all wants
that’s why my heart turned cold ain’t too old
should fight strong i have the soldiers mold
made to be a poet, so i write my art
a good soul, but i have a black heart
you might ask me what’s my goal, soul over masses
want to stop kids from doing sh-t like shooting classes
it’s all what i said in armageddon said and done
lost so much sh-t since then but i feel like i won
never got a gun pulled on yet but i’m already dead
yo, i gotta get busy making this bread—

i gotta black heart this world’s given me a dark soul
mass confusion, yo what’s the goal?
all the anger out there has made me angry in return
when’s my turn to try and turn us before we burn

i got a pain deep in my, black brain
i have a hole deep in my, black soul
i got a hol’ up deep in my, soulja’s heart
i have a part deep in my, black heart (2x)

i wanted to bring back that reality
n0body can ever be confused and think i’m f-ckin’ mike tyson
and i’m the heavyweight champion
i’m a little n-gga, that’s why its so raw to just watch me battle lions
’cause i’m a little skinny n-gga battlin’ n-ggas three times my size
nothing i ever say is meant to be something where innocent people get hurt, nothing i ever say is meant to be like a end all let’s go do it right now, nothing
if god give me breath for 20 more years i see myself changing the world. when i come i don’t have to say i’m real, they already know that you know what i’m saying, from me, from me being me

lord can you hear me speak?
to pay the price of being h-llbound

- b3ric

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