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letra de believe - common

these
are words of a believer
achiever
leader
of the globe
free
the souls
of those
in need.
i bleed
the blood
of the struggle
walking over troubled
puddles
the hustler’s
in my chest
no hustling
no progress
extremities of life in this process
the birth of a son, the death of another
with love i caress both mothers
and told
them, “who’s in control,
it’s the one that’s above us”
i walk bread, money talks, and love stutters
body language
of a nation
going through changes
the young become dangerous
pain is
mended into anger
anger
gets sent through the chamber
it’s tough when your own look like strangers
we are the sons of gangsters
and stone rangers
if you could have an early march, rang us
look at the picture, it’s hard not to blame us
we’re trying
…? in the chi
where the young die
often
do they end up in a coffin
because we haven’t taught them?
is it what we’re talking?
we really ain’t walking
huge hustler’s faith, how much did it cost him?
by myself on the same corner that we lost him
real talking
in their ear like a walkman
my thought’s been around the corner, to the world
so when i see him, i see my baby girl
the lord
lives among us
the younger’s
hunger
becomes a
means to get it, by any ways nece-
ssary under
pressure
children
feelin’
lesser
with the steel upon the dresser
kill
at will
aggressors
destiny’s children
survivors
soldiers
in front of buildings
their eyes look older
it’s hard to see blessings
in a violent culture
faced against weapons
sirens, holsters
that ain’t the way that langston
hughes wrote us
soul control us
on the shoulders
of moses
and noah
we go from being precious to oprah
culti-
vated to over-
come ever since we came over-
seas the day
in a way
that you can see it
he de-
termined
the solar keeps burning
shorty’s know ta keep learning
lessons in our life
are like
stripes
that we earning
i took grant’s advice
that christ is returning
like a the thief in the night
i write for beacons of light
for those of us in dark alleys
in parched valleys
street hits spark rallies
of the conscious
conquerors
of a contest
that seems
beyond us
even through the unseen
i know that god watches
from one king’s
dream
he was able to barack us
one king’s
dream
he was able to barack us
one king’s
dream
he was able to barack us

believe, believe, believe, believe…

- common

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