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letra de precognition - conzcept

[v1]
got these memories that i grab hold messages on the dash board
songs we used to sing together weathered into sad songs
but let me fast forward cuz only half of me is half whole
half of that is capsuled in a pastful as an -ssh0l-
thats what i rap for to have my demons back off
rather rap my -ss off and swallow my pride with bathsalts
to compromise with jack offs who would k!ll to see my fail
half of them are popping pills the other half are still in jail
never knew how high we was until the moment that we fell
sold your soul to the devil never put mine up for sale
this my letter hope you get it dont forget to check your mail
still live behind these bars no posting bail can’t you tell can’t you live for me
can’t you try to find a way i know your caught up in the system know you seen your better days
but still believe that it will make sense
prayin for your future till you forget just where your past went
sad when all your happiness is past tense
fact is all that bad sh-t only happened to outlast it
i hope your ears have lasted either way i hope your grasp it x2

[v2]
angels come in nothing devils wearing prada
man in the mirror saying im part of the problem
tryna get to the bottom of this rollin a spliff
thinking of sit caught in a trip never the less
b-tch im the best never no flaws or no nothing im blessed
can’t see at all through the fog
when you take into account everything thats involved
like emotions people places lets face it its getting worse
dire times in tired eyes and all the 9s that disperse
mini missiles that hit you and rip through tissue
t shirts on teens they all scream that they miss you
expected not to outlive our parents tell me what type of sh-t is that
obesity depleting beings police increase the stats
suicide is the worst wish we could have em back
amanda i hope you hear me you shouldn’t have gone like that
d-mn another cord severed another life started
scorsese sh-t painting pics for my dearly departed
got me nauseous just thinking bout it
think im doomed drowning demons in 40 ounces
street subppenas for 40 ounces
counting bars like counting stars in the booth
constellations aligning blinding the scars of the truth
troubled youth they never knew feel like its gone be over soon
now you know why i be spazzing and blackin out in the booth
oh god ..they wanna know what its like to be con
put in a state to get down for my crime
smoking the reefer to ease my mind
swig some wine f-ck it make it jack
you came to play i came to spazz
b-tch im boutta k!ll it gonna drill it and laugh
f-ck life then im calling a cab
ima go get it never coming in last
still learning from my past
still trying to outlast
the demons i see me but they never leaving me no

- conzcept

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