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letra de heart of dem - brotherman

[hook: brotherman]
out my window i see them in the park again
sun’s gone down, they fighting in the dark again
all of them are just young children
what is in the heart of them? (yeah yeah)
out my window i see them in the park again
sun’s gone down, they’re fighting in the dark again
all of them are just young children
what is in the heart of them? (the heart of them)

[verse 1: brotherman]
wagwan for the youth of today?
strong non-believers
constantly out on road looking at eaters
it’s standard procedures to jack a man’s phone
ran home to check out the features leeches carve niches
in the same streets supposedly once walked by jesus
and the weapon is prevalent in and amongst the fighting
just another pack of villainous youngsters fighting
underlined in the fact that the findings are blinding
most miss the signs and can’t help combining
the wrong with the lack of the right thing
inviting by citing, quotes in the writing
unnourished even with a can full of nourishment
needing the back of the hand that spells punishment
too proud and disallowed by the government
lost in chaos but trying to govern for the fun of it

[hook]

[verse 2: brotherman]
certain man out there, figure they’re bigger
quick to pull trigger, but is it the way?
heard them say that: you could get popped in broad day
that gunman today nah play
but a life, man a play with
me? i say this and stay one step ahead of the predators, ready to prey
stray bullet takes a life away, and slay
unknown peeps that get left where they lay
no time taken, no doubt or delay
heath like the weather in may
being seen done, never say never but never again
who cares and when will it change?
i’ve gotta come stronger; no longer the under-b-tch
with new tricks, flip to tip to top, top to toe tactics
i’m just a maverick that lacks static
it’s just music so i use it to prove it

[hook]

[verse 3: brotherman]
whatever is the word of the weak?
and 8 out of 10 cats are too f-cked up to speak
newspapers leak, (?)
skeletons out the closet walk the streets
the bobby that you’re clocking ain’t the ones on the beat
fresh meat, hit delete, follow your feet
bust up the battleship but watch for the fleets
of hood rats and skeets, from raasclaats to bloodcleets
retreat. both wide earth and ocean deep is given to those who creep
to holding keep, along with whatever you manage to reap
in light of the road steep, my future bleak
macenroe, throwing the racquet at the umpire
all speak nothing but the slang of the empire
all this may seem a little like a dream
though it’s just straight spitting from brotherman and chemo

[hook]

- brotherman

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