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letra de noise - cheikh the message

yeah, yeah, mhm
you knew what it coming on this one
check

couple steps back for every step forward
i’m better off dead they saying
relaxed while demons crept toward us
cheikh made the bed that he lay in
opted to stay in, stagnation begets torture
i pray that the checks pour in, new day so we get bored of
most of everything really salient, i don’t say sh-t, less cordial
at the parties they be praising i find i regret going in the
first place, tend to lurk in the worst place
a.k.a. the third sp-ce, faded on every birthday
shirking my turn at wordplay, i veered off track, must love running
meanwhile they saying what they would do but never done something
comments dumb ugly, springtime of 20 meant love for me
summertime meant fun for me, through the fall it was drugs for me
the winter time i couldn’t stomach the emptiness, tryna repent for
sh-t had proved irrelevant against the grips of the devil’s wishes
i’m finna get a swish, attempts to smelt my ill will
we steady wielding real steel at weapons formed against us
black beautiful self stay pent up then get sent to penitentiary
pretty f-cked up to feel anything good was never meant for me
’til death i’ll send for my hood what was never sent for me
’til death i’ll send for my hood what was never sent for me
sifting through all the bull just make me wanna turn my phone off
big bro would never forgive me if he knew about all them close calls
my phone calls to god not going through, so i’ll end it i guess
and as i slipped away i saw the faces of niecey and neph
i just need me a breath, remember why i’m still here
lemon pack be relieving the stress, help forget i instill fear
in the houses that i walk past sporting “black lives matter” signs
then see me and assume i shoot like cupid do on valentines
that chatter asinine, make me actually wanna grab the nine
if he ask, i tell my dad “i’m fine” when honestly i’d rather die
then drag the lie, not interested in writing no song that’s saccharine
when that sugar in your coffee cost the price of lives in palestine
have to cry out the agony, dancing with death like jackson five
making baby girl mad at me, tryna work through my sh-t
feel like a burden to live, its a real life curse and a gift
i get surgical with my script, this verse my way of purging cheikh
of whats not serving him, until the return of the earth, i’m the putting the work in
when its curtains, i can look back and know who i was for certain
the very best version of myself, the person that lent a hand to help
a man that took the steps to heal, a friend that gave you the sp-ce to feel
so ayo death lets make a deal, i’ll go with you but not today
still got a lot of love to give, and too many things i need to say
at my big age, ain’t no sense in tryna deny depression
it’s breathe in and breathe out until i find the message

it’s breathe in and breathe out until i find the message
it’s breathe in and breathe out until i find the message
breathe in and breathe out until i find the message
yeah, keep that one

- cheikh the message

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