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letra de choked up/pride - brahman

[joshua’s mother]
(?) could write a letter, or maybe draw something
or create a video- something that, you know
the goal is to make the mom cry
um, anyway, i love you kiddo, um i have meetings all day but ill call you back later
love, bye honey

[joshua’s father]
it’s tuesday, i was just calling to say hi, see how you’re doing
i love you very much, catch you on the other side. bye

[brahman]
the wold has been crumbling
myself i’ve been stumbling
to people i been mumbling
and yeah its been humbling, sh-t
knowin’ that i ain’t it, i been faded
no debatin’ the cadence (?)
(?)
i’m in the matrix
i thought about what i’m soon to be
they do to me the dirtiest hate that there’s only few to see
it’s new to me
stay true to see if i can
the sickest sh-t is comin’
use this (?)
i wanna change the world don’t know if i am
the right man for the job
or the right (?)
cause they bannin’ the hijab
yeah that’s bannin’ makin’ mobs
now the government is humongous
and they ears floating among us
askin’ “why you got all this fungus?”
“cause i hate the song that you sung us, n-gga.”
cl!ck the bic and i hit the shtick
and inhale the sick till my lungs get bigga
load the bowl again pack it full
and then snap it all till i hear that rhythm
(snap it all till i hear that rhythm)
see the colors i feel that (?)
slow it down cause that green deliver
see you b-tches some day upriver
(see you b-tches some day upriver x4)
(?) like play-doh
both eyes closed cause blind of sight
in hindsight, they kind bites
yin to yang like black to white
(?) to (?) like songs to fights
you to me like wrong to right
“hey turn on the light!”
b-tch rise and shine
small mind like yours to mines
but i find that my kind
don’t stop tryin’ nor draw lines
like i’m parked tired on a bus ride
i stand up, if you talk sh-t no hands up
don’t stress about gettin’s fans up
like the camera when it pans up
that’s natural, not fictional
just factual, in principle
i’m actual, you frictional
not passable
got a basket full, of my reasons for not givin’ time to ya
attention i (?) your minds to ya
i (?) the layers of mine to ya
but now i just wanna be kind to ya
it’s the blue skin, cool that we all human
earth born that’s true, kin
tie up all the lose ends
when we broke up
hard times no friend so i stay toked up
these p-ssy n-ggas wanna swing first
wanna (?)
stand up be the bigger man never choked up
stand up be the bigger man never-

- brahman

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