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letra de 318 (save me) - benjammxn

318 (save me)

[verse 1: benjammxn]

i grew up lonely
sittin up on that stony mountain
whatever happens im just a sad kid, good kid in a mad city like kendrick
my friend had been benched by the kid
terrible hate came from his face, and it never left him
his rage became his fame and it blessed him
sold his soul to lucy, and was loosely dragged into h-ll
he’ll never recover from it
just hidin under the covers
it’s a wonder i wasn’t taken too
but i was awakened sooner than the homie
he was lonely
everyone’s actin phony to him, whisperin lies into the ears of the youth when they step in the booth, all i try to do is bring the truth
on my knees can’t you see i’m a sinner
on my knees can’t you see i’m a swindler
on my knees can’t you see i’m a k!ller
murdered everybody that has a body, in the body of christ
been in the middle of the crips forever
rather been in the prius with a pirus headed to the zoo
i’m just bein true, true to who i am, that’s just a young boy livin in uncle sams land
monroe la, where i stay
city of death and despair, it’s just there
can’t stop the violence in the night, stylists try and hide the fight
but it shines bright, right before i was baptized
i saw the light of jesus christ, showed me i would stumble and fall
imagine it from the eyes a 6 year old god, that’s what i thought i was, untouchable in the hustle and bustle of ghetto life
i’ll never wife a wife and have a life if i stay trapped in this strife
but i can’t leave that would be a tragedy if i happened to leave, family and friends become dead in my head
memories, just forget and leave, that is my pet peave, everyone wants guiessepes, or givenchys
i’ll never forget who led me astray from the path of wrath
the preacher always said fear h-ll. oh dear do tell, it was swell
when i gave up my crooked tongue that shouted out profanity like a dirty gun
that’s a sad pun. an unruly son. helped my homie smuggle gr-ss past the boys in blue that’ll blast ya face if you look at em sideways
i’m not the typa person to diss the police but i must proceed in saying, some should hang up their coats, my uncles are both cops and they don’t pop innocent people
they chill in the steeple
christians with ambitions, on a mission to show their vision of a new world order
no illuminati but i’m talkin to my papi
tellin me i gotta go in
one time for the win
swimming in this ocean of a game on my own two fins
god bout to reel me in and save me from this place
call it monroe la

- benjammxn

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