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letra de park tour - millennium park (chicago) - boy pierce

the park tour hitting chi town, never let me down
the college dropout, changed me forever wow
freshman impressin the lessons
ye don’t care what people say, but i did i hate to say
expectations of what they want you to be
what i lacked is what i wanted for me
in the dorm with a beat, not a lyric on sheet
a blank canvas i’m famished to fill it and flee

real as can be, when i heard through the wire
ooh admired everything that i’m that i’m not, everything that i am
yeah i know i’m mixing up records but ye delivered a lecture
that i could be better, faster, stronger
far from home with his -rs-nal grown
he would h–rd the beats the ignore defeat
for the illinois streets, realest raw beats
for the pink polo pre ‘04 release

we would listen the leak in 2003
when ye shouted at me that i didn’t have to fit in a box
i could hip i could hop
all i needed my heart, and my vision to rock
we would listen in lots, on the way to borders books & music
hook into it, cruising in my honda you the rock and blueprint
working this graveshift…prior to people saying “basic”
i had no school spirit just ye’ hits

the archbishop, the pope john paul of ya’ll
jay verse over hook drop jaws
dropped off…at the dining hall hungover not talk
i would rather sit slumped over
questioning everything, one day i’ll fly away
right away, cause i no longer wanna shy away
chi today, even though i’m new york city-based
had to make a stop off, pop off, spit it great

listen ye, this is for the 808 and graduate
late registrate, the throne, home, and runaway
ton to say, but i gotta head into my workplace
then it’s back to new york, philly, and the first state
i sync the lyrics up, have a seat, take my cup
half a sheet, masterpiece, -ss in seats, ain’t enough
that’s why i hear new music and i just don’t be feelin it
lyricism still alive they just don’t be dealin it

and i know they don’t play me in the d-mn club
without kanye or slim, ain’t got a chance of
making it this far, cheer me at lit bars
in two words bk, ny, bed stuy
gotta hold my head high, even though my rent high
steadfast breakfast, word hard, bed time
hugging my, hustle used to listen in my brother’s ride
i know i got angels watching me from the other side

- boy pierce

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