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letra de soulfood - breon marcel

(verse)
i lost my appet-te, we dreamed of lavish nights up in paradise
until real n-ggas blasted in the rib over on a pair of dice
methane blowers g-ssed a n-gga i was rapping nice
i’m falling victim to virginia curse sacrifice
it’s more to life than murder cases, in certain cases money conserving faces to avoid the life of the worker wages
i knew some n-ggas that couldn’t roll up in certain places
cuz they had bullets designated for some certain faces
back when them days that we play underneath the sunrays
before then guns blaze after a sunny day
grandma house, cornbread, collards green
of course you invited my n-gga the f-ck you mean
we been through thick and thin, before i picked up a pen
the only place i see faith not agitated by sin
where i shall i start, been starving for days this what i needed
at the family table, we laughing and never stopped eating

(hook)
all i wanna do is grab the world so we can relate
sit down lil n-gga know you hungry gon’ getchu a plate
all i wanna do is grab the world so we can relate
sit down lil n-gga know you hungry gon’ getchu a plate

(verse 2)
we get to thrashing, grubbing, munching
p-ss the stuffing
aunties talking about the pastor he up to nothing
uncles say you rapping, bre now show me something
hope you’re rapping blow like john coltrane trumpet
i know my family needs me we struggle in generations
dilapidated houses roof and children need raised in
before the structure fall watch shingles how it caved in
wavelengths further than our patience, we half amazing
we ran the world thus far, it’s more to see than the hampton coliseum and mercury boulevard
appalled to know, baby this life is my only you know we gon shine, sn-tch the clock right from father time
don’t bother mine less you want it
hollows will tuck in yo belly, f-ck you what saying or you get your stomach pump
we double up, kitchen counter full with double cups
water done bubble up take a look we huddle up

(verse 3)
what makes this song realer than real
i don’t appeal to the whip appeal, with or without pill
i’m sealed like the arctic hardships that i dealt with as an artist
puts a chip upon my shoulder it’s been many years i’m starving
regardless i am heartless you hear my pain
hungry, tired, wired i’m feeling drain
sane is not in my characteristics
i’m glaring eternal vision
cousins credit lead the hand to burning up evictions
i can’t predict it my mental is day to day
i’m sipping to get a fade, i’m in need of financial aid
just praying these grades will change, my bars just not the same
why we play these silly games on the block on where they aim
i wish i can tell you why, but that’s another issue for another time
if i can borrow a piece of mind for your peace of mind
gotta dig my feet and grind, either i’m realer than this, or this soul food plate b-tch

- breon marcel

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