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letra de i did - choosey & exile

yeah
ladies and gentlemen
welcome
look alive
let your conscious be free like

look, uh

[verse]
didn’t i tell ‘em it was mine like ever since
they said get in line and still wouldn’t let me in
i crept through the crevices
little n—- rhymin with his mind’s eye soundin like brighter than his necklace
i found expression in the windows i was etching in
direct effect of all the sh-t i had kept in
didn’t moms tell ‘em i was different than the rest of them
didn’t pops tell ‘em i was bigger than the lessons then
how we skipped class and get a a when they tested him
how to get past the weight of stress i’m a testament
in the ghetto where the little n—-s check chance
and f-ck you up when the stray graze your best friend
i gravitated to cassettes and the fm
any second guesses you could find me where the essence is
between the section 8 kids and where the sas is
on the regular the landlord expect late rent
where the women lay restless in a rest haven
amongst the men feelin free, yet caged in
young soldiers in the field and they handle arms
a single mother c-section be the battle scars
and that’s the reason why i handle bars
i’m tryna break the cycle like i’m squeezin on handlebars
and they wanna do it large
if the corporations got the power why they tryna channel ours?
turn the d-mn channel off
if y’all fresh to death i’m where the vigil and the candles are
wipin the chalk outline, rippin the toe tag off
the doctor in the icu pullin his mask off
givin all the family the news like “what a tragic loss”
suited in the back of the he-rs- pickin the casket lock
drift into the afterlife, dealin with the after all
autopsy facts back
rigor mortis have the shock of memory a flashback
a figment of the last thought
the spirit left the physical before it met the glass jar
i make it clear as that until the masses catch on
i’m past park, you doubt that, refer back to the last bar
hats off
respect mine and let the gas stars are rising like a phoenix makin ashes out of asphalt
back [?] a lotta black talk
document the crack when i land and call it my d-mn fault
[outro]
didn’t i tell you baby, yeah
didn’t i tell you love, yeah
didn’t i
didn’t i tell you sugar, yeah
didn’t i, didn’t i
(i thought i oughta tell you—)
(who i am— am choosey) didn’t i
(they ain’t got a clue what we about to do) didn’t i
(i thought i oughta tell you— better get—)
(i thought i oughta tell you—)
(who i am— am choosey) didn’t i
(slim n—- that cast a big shadow)
(they ain’t got a clue what we about to do) didn’t i
(cherokee bred to shoot the long arrow)
(they ain’t got a clue what we about to do) didn’t i
(they ain’t got a clue what we about to do) didn’t i
(i thought i oughta tell you— better get—) didn’t i
(they ain’t got a clue what we about to do) didn’t i
(slim n—- that cast a big shadow)

- choosey exile

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