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letra de work - cee-won x

sometimes i feel like neo in the matrix (youre living in a dream world cee!)
i can’t take it. toxicity from society fighting me, lifes unstable, yet here i am wrecking with no record label. burning down compet-tion like that quick trip in ferguson. no wonder why i can’t ever catch a break
wanna be’s wanna beef but they can wait, too busy being great, no debate how i formulate iller than the average. someday these rhymes that i create will take me traveling around the world and back again. i been sleeping on the couch and im tired of it. nas said the world is mine, recognize im divine. diet ive un-swined, quiet while i rhyme, used to have a hard time writing. my mind was trying to fit on a page but im tired of nine to five-ing. really though, why should i have to get a job if im this dope? why do we live like this? define “work”. i know it ain’t about a check, im broke but i got respect, am i really wrong when a wrong world says so?

pay attention to the message you send, they got you trapped blind from the facts on who you are. watching garbage they taught you nonsense. they took away your native tongue and taught english to your youngins. you stuck following trends like its nothing, you claim humane then stay away from love, above all else you push, shove and hold strong to that grudge. i try to save you but you won’t budge, listen. you contradicting like rebels joining the mans army then got the nerve to say “cee this is what you need” hush young brother you dont know me and you sure as h-ll dont know yourself. go pay your dues my dude, always asking where i work i say rap is what i do. it pays in ways you couldn’t fathom its true. material prize, fat lies, your demise. whatever it takes thru american eyes. that’ll be the reason why you fall from grace. ready to disgrace for first place in monetary gain, the games been played, results the same, that paper chase ain’t nothing but a rat race. slave to the dollar then you die, what a life, all gravy right? so long as you’re living hi-def. i repeat, i repeat, i dont want that dream. i can’t take it yall. i never work for free

my rents a few months late, whatever will i do? big mistake (ohhh)
with every move i make i see im being watched. i can feel the pressure, you dare to differ and they come to get you. i even thought of moving in with this white chick, i kinda liked but there goes my daily reminder, i got (soul power, never took a cold shower, never had a girlfriend the color of cooking flower) plus she was 29 and i was 19. i never minded being the teen but she was buggin worse than q-tip and phife on the low end, trife, got me open. im done with that, no ill will, im growing. on to the break of dawn doing my job, exposing phony emcees and making love to these beats. soon to be further proof that dreams come true. b-boy for life, f-ck a suit and a tie

- cee won x

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