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letra de find your way? - buya marach

errors na
typhos
chorus
nipe
sikio
nikuzungushe
kwa bl–dy circle
i am not even real hii verse niliandika in error’s na typos

verse 1
niko na twisted thoughts
sijawai trump for the top seat
sijawai jump kwa lame scripts
i never produced some wack
sk!lls
overdose my thought now, na sleep kwa fake pills
and
that’s
how pain feels
got
eyedeas (ideas) to camouflage kwa
hii rap atmosphere
i slung (slang)
until
the kingdom comes
until
my eulogy and this rap thing will be done/beyond basic sk!lls
i don’t
give f-ck if you feel this sh-t
got my finger on the switch bout to turn this n-gga o
when i stare’ in the mirror, i don’t see myself in it
scripted my wound on a beat
to sho
w you n-ggas everybody can over
come the scars
the painful memory is to live in you
r past
every time death knocks on my door
i see my reflection on the floor
velvet coffin closing
a times seeing ourselves worthless
grey and void awakens our true selves
i still hear rappers say who is better than wu [who]?
who can rap better than you?
friends bite your sh-t then complain it’s
you
talk sh-t on the
net
mhmhmh
we struggle to make these albums without cash
what happen when you realize you are different from your crew?
i
am not
even a freestyler; so don’t expect more truth on this verse

chorus
nipe
sikio
nikuzungushe
kwa bl–dy circle
i am not even real hii verse niliandika in error’s na typos

verse two
many questioned my pen
but, tell me who made 64 to be known better than me
we don’t joke with this n-ggas
i’m lost too, don’t follow me
i mark my insanity like gregorian
calendar
deep like boceaners waves
i’m the depth of feelings entangled in a emotive metaphors
who can cure what ails me?
unfold me in acres
utapata a beautiful soul gifted
friends
waited for my body to be placed in a cold
carbon
dying poor but coffin in fashion
wake me from the dreams of dark lights
crooked life i cannot even pen fly
frankly before i die i want to scratch the surface
and script my thoughts loud
trapped in 3d wondering where do we go from here
i melt towar
d the
sublime;
i want to die looking for answers
seeking deep
njia
zote
zikirudi home
dying to be deep
you
aren’t
sh-t if you can’t get the picture
is like my mind ina owe
kings (hawking
) iki travel to infinity
heart full of darkness nikama
nafanya
apocalyptic dance
grown carelessly like gr-ss growing in the lonely fields
sorrow hidden below hymns
na
in distance kilometers
, my dad pours tears from his grave
and
in dreamful nights
i see my spirit in madness and pain
chorus
nipe
sikio
nikuzungushe
kwa bl–dy circle
i am not even real hii verse niliandika in error’s na typos

- buya marach

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