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letra de holy ghost - blaklez & pdot o

[verse 1: blaklez]
(mmh, aah yes!)
i spit the truth
my mouth opens, blessings i feed the youth
alone when people do, when entrevue i read the room
couple of things i need to do, like see the fam in a week or two
the things that we go through, label that these will reproduce
steering the ship, captain morgan
prodigal sons turn to orphans
papa g calling me often, make sure i’m totally sorted
been through the storm and the torture
missing our sons and our daughters
right now completely exhaust me, from living life without order
tear drops flood thе room
came with problems out the womb
show mе love, shout out to you
we conquer, we ain’t ’bout to lose
every [?]
satan and demons scouting you
you know that they ain’t ’bout to lose
i pray to jesus, vouch for you
i’m tryna move out the cold and close to the fire place
i ain’t tryna die average, i’m tryna retire great
the truth is everything that i’m thinking, it’s higher grade
i inspire faces with lyrics written in quiet places
bona fide great, heart of a soldier mind of a dreamer
certain people turning their backs and started plotting with schemers
yeah, in the graze where they happy to see ya
hope you gain faith, rely on praise or the pastor to free ya
when i was younger mama told me ‘pick your struggles wisely”
she was cooking in the kitchen bumpin’ ronald isley
i got bigger fish to fry, you ain’t gotta like me
pragmatic approach to life, never had a pipe dream
[chorus: jay claude]

[verse 2: pdot o]
lately i been feeling like a piece of sh-t
i need a pick-me-up, i need a fix
i know i’m tired of this bullsh-t, i’m losing it
longing for my father for advice but the man deceased, may he rest in peace
too many scars, my body runnin’ out of room mama
what the f-ck is i to do mama?
they told me money is the jewel mama
but even steve jobs still died alone in that room, that sh-t is cruel mama
common sense say my subconscious, is the problem
i’m astounded by these murders, n-ggas k!lling with no purpose
feeling hopeless
gettin’ chills in the booth like it’s a spirit watchin’
tryna let it out, i kept it locked in
i’m losing trust in my family, i pray this sh-t is just a passing phase
tryna reconnect with my god but i just lack in faith
i am not the same, you cannot relate
sometimes i feel it’d be better if i just walked away
the devil f-cked the world, this b-tch is pregnant with hypocrisy
democracy a mockery and love is a commodity
i won’t live forever but i know my voice will
and my heart is what they won’t steal
take a shot, that’s where my voice chill
we anointed, we approach bliss, they can’t ignore this
i wrote a chapter good enough to fit a bible verse
so close the book and watch me make it work
[chorus: jay claude]

[bridge: jay claude]

[chorus: jay claude]

[outro]

- blaklez pdot o

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