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letra de it ain’t your fault - conscious (ab)

[intro]

yeah, it’s not your fault and you are not the one to blame
you simply popping champagne, living big and chasing fame
staying the same: you’ve been like that from day 1
but who’s to respond when people scream at the top of their lungs?
and i totally get it that you honestly do not care
but somebody has to step up, get you woke and plus aware
’cause at the end of the day we all in this together
it’s just that some are seeking the truth and others seeking the cheddar
[verse 1]

yo, we looking at the same things, but see ‘еm different
we on thе ground, you up in the air – prime blake griffin
you call the tunes and run the show, though ain’t no musician
we face the music, don’t even choose it – that’s opposition, now listen
you better peep this, the realness of gutter prison
with homies hissing or missing like hide-and-seek competition
no reason for doubts and disses, in new j’s you be the illest
lowkey laughing at “khrushchyovki”, while kicking it in your villas
your logic: some gotta live, the rest deserve to stay in projects
a fortune object, you from the hood, but not nostalgic
an ego product, you got a problem, houston rocket
your useless profit is six feet deeper down in pocket
“every man for himself” – black, white, asian, latino
you ain’t tryna stop the bleeding, you film it like tarantino
and truth be told, you take it with a grain of salt
heart of cold, not gold, but it is not your fault (wha)

[bridge]

it’s not your fault, you ain’t the one to blame
you looking for the hall of fame, not wall of shame
and if some are in trouble, it ain’t because of you
life is a struggle, give up or hustle
that’s old news, that’s all true
and you might not at all care
but someone has to step up, wake you up and make aware
of how we live and how we need a common vision
division abolition and a unity mission, uh
[verse 2]

you just a gimmick, you only receive, but you never gon’ give it
the minute you get it, you’ll know how we live it
a ticket to limits a human explores (pause)
if we end up evicted or maybe addicted
you mark us so smart as a flop you predicted
and d-mn it, the damage is all self-inflicted
as we move off course (false)
not god in reverse, a homeless master of his fate
but ain’t as fly as you, so you closing the built gates
the broke are getting choked, you still not pump up the tires
still smoke and breath out the fire, make others quit or retire (respire)
nothing personal ’bout fumes
it’s a dog-eat-dog saloon, so you pull out the silver spoon
greens handed on a plate, you got your hands on the clock
means time is yours, to keep it a buck
even wishing strangers good luck, but f-ck their concerns
whether drown and burn, they do not earn what you earn, don
they take wrong turns, then come to terms with the worst world
learn nothing from it, as they stick to the same old road and it is not your fault, you heard?

[bridge]

you heard that? it ain’t your fault
you living in a world of your own, so it ain’t about you
you ain’t got nothing to do with all that bs, right?
you ain’t the one to blame, but, huh
who is then, though? who is, though?
[verse 3]

bang! karma hits you back like a boomerang
master plan harder than thought, how ’bout you start again
with your mamba mentality, striking your own brothers
that’s why you have no friends, but only fake business partners
red lights got you white as a ghost, it’s like a civil war
going south and fighting the north – something you seen before
that’s why if you in trouble and knock, they finna lock the door
your life is too unreal for the block, merely a metaphor
you gotta bear the consequences and reap the harvest
let’s be honest, yo, you take your chances, being so heartless
steering the h-ll clear of us, keeping the distance
like we got covid and sh-t – and threaten your dead existence
so, you be minding your business? aight, we mind our own
you may own the team and system, but like culkin still home alone
and kings are dethrone-pr-ne
do you have comfort in fraud zone?
send your condolences back – ibaka
get ready for fight, in russian “draka”
and it ain’t my fault, you heard, mf-cka?

[outro]

yeah, get it that you honestly don’t care
but somebody has to step up and make you aware
’cause at the end of the day, we all in this together
we all in this together
we all in this together

- conscious ab

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