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letra de frail roots - brent bronze

[intro:]
show ’em your love, don’t hold back your feelings

[verse:}
born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
subsisting on my own, insistent on my tone, consistent, cause i’m grown
i entered this world when the wind came to an end
since then i’ve been waiting on a win
you can see all the pain tattooed in my iris, a pupil of the game so i never let my eyes rest
i made friends each year and then moved, i had to reform, i guess
from vista to hewitt, and cameron to mackie, all the way down to sidney, jeff and the rest of my classmates
do they know i wasn’t allowed to tell them?
you know what? better question
do they hate me knowing i wasn’t doing what i felt then?
i had a reformation, the expectation was for me to shed the past and i had done that since like 1st grade, man
it ain’t no problem
i told myself just cut them off like you never knew them
you gon’ make new friends don’t act like you’re going through it
so i turned to where distance didn’t exist
the internet a manifestation of where i’d be venting another 95 theses
remember me, drift, archer ben and blake
i used to stay up so d-mn late
playing games w people who had they own place
how many years older than i? i didn’t care prolly 5,6,7,8
and yknow, momma was right, schoolwork needed more attention
but i really should kept in touch with em

[breakdown:]
see there were times where to them i’d start inching
but every time i got home the lock screen on my phone was flinching
strangled in someways, kept safe in some others
never really went out i tried to stay underneath the covers
i covered my mind with rhymes, pirating albums in the dark of night
but that was before i made the beats
see then i was concerned with the video feeds
filmin’ youtube vids like people was gon’ see em
a couple thousand views, until it was deleted as a punishment for something i’d later do

[verse 2:]
frail roots, never sunk my t–th in
every fruit of my labor more or less seeped in, poison
every relationship ends in annoyance
and i’ll probably stop making music because of what someone told me
i thought it’d be different for some homies and some people that i loved
but above all else it seems like everything fails
thats a constant that prevails
so now i’m just waiting now to see the rest of you bail
trust is a funny thing to not have boiling
spent every waking moment trying to get closer to all controlling
my overflowing need for knowing, genetic must have been my momma’s child of course i know it
all my commitments feel like bad decisions by the time they’re ending
so at this point
i feel unchosen
so i’m still waiting on a win cause since then
i haven’t seen the wind come to an end
and if it gets any stronger it’ll rip me right out of the ground

- brent bronze

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