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letra de potential poet - b3ric

intro:
hey now? you ready to die? with untapped potential? how do you know what holds about life after death? never thought about it like that hmph my only fear is coming back, once again

verse 1:
it’s crazy to think how quickly i mature
writing all of this literature
literally it must be hard to have that figure
a poet ready to pull a trigger
actually having rhythm and poetry that’s real rap
wantin’ to both l!ck her wit’ a bottle of liquor in my lap
that’s what introduced me to a player hater
versus the new and young instigator
so its my voice you are listening to hear
not breathing a breath, of beer
where will i be next year, deep in a bottle after a sip
or will i die, and immediately dip
forced to get a job and lose out on becoming great
maybe after my next album i’ll learn my fate
even tho, it’s really never knowing
could be sealed if i step into a boeing

747 and there goes the poet he’s gone
and no one knew who’s inspiration he could’ve drawn
in the picture of beautiful words his art making heads turn
but into the ground he goes into h-ll to burn
when will they learn we never know
just how can someone so famous can go
it all happens so fast r i p to x
i am hoping we lose n0body next

but we will and they are all too soon
seems like someone will die after the next moon
makes me wonder how can anyone can have trust
they are humans too just look at them before you bust
but saying anything won’t stop anyone you know it
why pop a cap boom there’s a potential poet

chorus:
boom there’s a potential poet
boom there’s a potential poet
verse 2:
not everything is hard but nothing comes too easy
even the greatests can be fall far from the treez
0 progress on infinite can turn into most records
broken like shaq with the backboards
even the best become overlooked, gotta persevere
strike fear into anyone going near
then you make music for b-tches not the gang
they want the b-tches and the b-tches wanna hang

but you only want to hang with the real ones
real ones being civilians without pullin guns
that’s how most lose their potential as they fall
taking the big l bros that just tryna ball
what’s it even for a little money or fame
when there are better ways to let everyone know your name
only a lunatic would think that sort of thought
and what would you do the moment your being caught

life’s either inside with a pen or life in a pen
so how long will i last talking to my friends
guilty of some sh-t thats outta my control
but i ignore it because i gotta keep on a roll
not an honor roll student always feeling super stressed
but it’s from no fame and that equals no arrests
still hatin’ the poles and po po when they alone
gotta get away from these b-tches thinkin they clones
of me make ya hurt through ya shirt with static
transfering to you immediately call it automatic
with an automatic you should’ve tried tah play me
back when you had a chance when i was a baby
ruined a potential poet right out of the womb
then i come back like jesus in the tomb

chorus:
boom there’s a potential poet
boom there’s a potential poet

outro:
you still ready to die? ending it all quickly, by yourself is the coward way to go. real soldier’s always be asking each other when will they die but thats the next time you’ll see me in full form

- b3ric

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