letra de kame's house - bubba ken
i sit on his cloud and i wonder, the love we give is it like water, do my words reach, do they nourish like a seed does it sprout, bring new tints to petals. i look around and i wanna ask aye how we living? can’t complain, but you know. it’s a shame how we get lost in life treat people like canvas, how we project on them every drop of doubt the devil listens suggests mischief. i don’t know your brother your sister how you came about, but you ain’t here for nothing it’s a day- by-day grind, whatever growth you feel that’s what’s productive, but i get it, at timеs i want life nonchalant no goals no aspirations. i want to get away, see kame’s housе
i reminisce i feel your hips, i’m in between, i graze your lips, i feel a kick, how long it take just to get like this, how this flow grow with me, glacier-fed, retail, bottled up behind some plexi at your nearest convenience because this spoken word is conscious, not toxic. how does one take a year off, live like a degenerate, and still manage to scribble a line like that? how does one move with humility but still threaten egos, i wonder? to be honest ou’ll never speak like this, you lack the courage, give these rappers they crayola, me i like penmanship. i really do miss rapping like this, but i can’t tell if i love it no more, but enough about me. let’s talk about you
thought you were sick of the place, a different address don’t change what’s been done, demons by now don’t you know where they lay? does one keep a head high so they cannot see? how much broken glass is swept under these words always take time to settle because the truth always take time to realize. if you gonna rebuild you shouldn’t be keeping my stuff, but you keep me around. it’s your tragedy so live in your books, write some haku but if you talking like that, please don’t be writing to me. if grief do consume then that’s what i’ll sell, packages delivered in portions, printed on tees, efficient with pain, when you meet your new boy, he gon put on my joint you gon cry after s-x, say i’m too old for this. he gon ask what is wrong, you gon lie to him too. how we search for distractions, but when have a moment to ourselves inception kicks in these thoughts like water how they pour up inside and before you know it’s up at your neck. so you can bury me 6 feet deep it won’t matter cuz remind me again
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