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letra de 4 the living - constant flow

[intro]
d-mn, it feels so good to be alive, man. yeah man, it feels so good just to breathe…

[hook]
yeah. if you feeling like me, put your head up high
yo. and if you’re feeling real good, put your hands in the sky
and say it like this: if you love me
yo. if you still haven’t now, then let you down and love me

[verse 1]
this is for my brother [?]. naw, i mean my [?]
though he was [?], porking alcohol—ain’t nothing new
bucking nothing but the truth. shine through the dark times
like a moonlight. we tight like a nasa shuttle crew
dude’s getting sp-cy, smoking dust—we had ta cut ‘em loose
no more double [?]. a hundred proof in fifty cups of juice
remember hearing soul music from the tape c-ssettes
and your wife samantha and the kid that cook us steak and eggs
but ‘man p-ssed and i’m sad. here, i pay respects
had to wake, i celebrate her life until they raise the dead
i wish i take your stress. man, i know how bad you miss her
and when see dee pick, i see samantha in her
khali is getting bigger. i can’t believe my eyes
we sigh with tears. [?] they see us from the skies
‘cause brother, we arrive. word of [?] from up above
and when it rains, that just means they shower us with love

[verse 2]
this is for my k!lla miss. naw, i mean my brother ‘tique
‘member when you came from the ‘ville, we met on [?] street
jersey city bumping beats. battled like we wanted beef
used to be us who won, but won to sleep underneath
we was like a hundred deep. sod’s, you and threes
forget the red crews ‘cause when it through, it’s just you and me
used to roll the shows there. hopping outta caravans
lived overseas in some projects up in amsterdam
fighting with the church and you dressed like they was taliban
open up for mobb deep, crowd surfing and riding—d-mn
you was the [?] king. [?] when you put it down
the [?] to the [?]. son, you took the crown
and i’m so proud to be the godfather of your kids
aliyah is a teen and elijah getting big
[?] and [?] something else, [?]
[?] love you to death—what a great life you live

[verse 3]
this is for my dude [?]. naw, i mean my brother jeff
though you might be stressed, be grateful to take another breath
in our own lane, the walk of fame is just a couple steps
[?] left some big shoes to fill and we gon’ stuff ‘em next
everyone know joe from jerz and that’s ‘nough respect
but they don’t know steven and the gangsters—the double x
they better cut us checks. son, i mean all of it
[?] from manhattan by the bricks, i’m mr. wall street west
yes. and this game is all trial and error
and we’ve been trying for so long, i guess it’s now or never
you with the beats and i’ve been working on these rhymes forever
i guess it’s time we combine and make these sounds together
‘cause this is our era. and now they have to listen
we wiling out. we can’t be silent—ain’t no pacifism
they make songs about the dead who can’t make a difference
i dedicate this here to everybody living

[hook x2]
yeah. if you feeling like me, put your head up high
yo. and if you’re feeling real good, put your hands in the sky
and say it like this: if you love me
yo. if you still haven’t now, then let you down and love me

- constant flow

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