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letra de radio - brian october

[intro]
(you’re on the right track)

[verse: one]
yea, one of my mentors
was still in the hood selling weed
deep in his heart was the good
that could punish the deed
danced with the devil
long enough for him to take the lead
since 9 years old
try’na spit faster
than he can read
i used to kick it with his sister
she loved me a lot
unlike these hoes
that played her brother
and took him to court
told me he grew up to no friends
for moral support
and all along was all alone
on the battles he fought
hе grew up in a house wherе words
were used as weaponry
told that his father was abusive
and he had to leave
murder, his mama wrote and executed perfectly
another record that was stained
with a felony
the lyrics go as deep as mines
and songs were faded too
that lauryn hill
and half the hood miseducated too
he could’ve let it all slide
if he was slated to
but couldn’t bear the pain
of people he’s related to
[hook]
he used to sing along with the radio
if i had listened close enough
i might’ve heard the pain
he had flows like tears and rain
sung out his heart, time and time again
he used to sing along with that radio
if i had listened close enough
i might’ve heard the pain
he had flows like tears and rain
sung out his heart, time and time again

[verse: two]
’bout ten years later
he’s rapping and stuck in the hood
with all the wrongs
he was still far from doing good
all the mixtapes he put out
still going wood
the kind of pain to bruise an ego
like it never should
the rhymes were sick but never diagnosed
wounds open and the heart closed
where we from
don’t n0body wear white clothes
too many vibes
that a n-gga had to cut shows
never was old enough to cut the ties
or learn the ropes
but couldn’t sit around
mourning the death of his hopes
he had a plan that’s better than hopes
the studio was day to day like the daily soaps, yea
he carved it in the stone
then a stone was only a stoner
tryna start a company
but was labeled a loner
the streets needed bad blood
and he wasn’t a donor
and last week he got shot
right up on the corner
[hook]
he used to sing along with the radio
if i had listened close enough
i might’ve heard the pain
he had flows like tears and rain
sung out his heart, time and time again
he used to sing along with that radio
if i had listened close enough
i might’ve heard the pain
he had flows like tears and rain
sung out his heart, time and time again

[outro]
i was down and out when i wrote this song, oh yea
down and out for quite too long, too long, too long, too long, too long, too long

- brian october

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