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letra de flashback - buttatones

im free i can’t believe the jury bought that
i hold no remorse would i take it all back
fall’s black the trees are runnin out of leaves
i got back to the place i never wanted to leave
it looks diseased my old crib run down and boarded up
the main strip when i was a kid is filled wh0r-s and sl-ts
all the love i once felt from my mother and brother
disapered while i wasn’t here to protect and comfort
i wonder if they alright or they had to fight
was it my fault did they all lose they life
what i said on the mic shoulda started something
instead just watched me get crucified and did nothing
im bugging but maybe they just moved out
theres only one place to go one thing to do now
blew out the window reached for the back of my closet
found the piece of paper where i first wrote the topic

i remember the night like it was just yesterday
the crowd was leaving there was nothing left to say
i grabbed the mic anyway and started speaking of revolt
a few heads stuck around the crowd started to grow
before i know we’re down the strip headed to our graves
pigs on horses wearing helmets throwin grenades
tear gas in the face helicopters flood the block
cameraman scream pandemonium then took a head shot
bullets were flying everywhere we wanted what we were owed
i woke from the flashback in my ole humble abode
started walkin down the road saw the bloodstains everywhere
little kids walkin over it wit not even a care
i saw cops wit m 16s up and down the strip
saw homeless people sleeping on the floor without sh-t
f-ckin cowards standin there watching them starve
but i had me a plan so i got me a job

- buttatones

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