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letra de black heart - corey paul

(picture a no man’s land with broken windows, dark abandoned buildings, no law and order. there are carefully demarcated areas controlled by rival bands of armed militia fighting over the rubble. nearly every night there’s sniper fire. it sounds like they root, but in fact its america. creature of state, local, and federal government. the product of bad politics, failed policy, and official neglect.)

black heart no love, black heart no love
black heart no love, black heart no love

this is how you make a ganster
this is how you make a striper
this is how you make a dealer
this is how you make a k!ller

verse 1

take a hood full of broken folk
then pump it full of crack and c-ke
pin a cases on all they folk
then sn-tch away they hope

put the fathers up inside a cell
put the mother body up for sale
put the brother on bond or bail
make it look normal going to jail

thought the system was flawed
found out it’s perfected
thought my hood was born
found out that they built it
no resources i’m from the bottom its hard to manage
if you don’t see my disadvantage it’s cause you got the advantage

naw i don’t mumble
my stomach grumble
started with the crumbles
i’m out the jungle
this royal rumble
hope in a bundle
want me to stumble
no

i got no quit in me
energy like it’s bout ten of me
fri-enemy enemy non of em k!lling me
3 on my hat like chance, trinity

i had that sin in me
satan a sucker no kin to me
mixing promethazine looking for remedies
god he delivers me now i be ups

it’s ah hundred watts up in the dark
dope flood tha streets i might pull up in a ark

hook

verse
reaching tha end of the month and i see that my pockets is sitting on low

boys got me g-ssed
i’m like mask down pistol tucked

knowing that if i hop out with my homie we running inside of this store

devil lurking ahead of us like pull tha strap hit tha register

what if it all go wrong my baby is only 11 months old

i hear em scream eat!
gazelles die in these streets

running all week in this jungle my people is famished we suffering droughts

deliver me to the father
granny hold me under that water

hustle hard, pray harder
lord i know i’m missing that mark
purple codeine flood my neighborhood
d-boys on noah’s ark

who is the fein? who is the dealer?
who is the shooter? who is the k!ller?
who’s the thug? who is the victim?
god deliver these people gone k!ll us

hook

(it exists unseen except by those who live there. “sometimes they come over this way and then i saw this lady and she said something to them. then she hadn’t been home in a minute and they k!lled her. one time i was playing in the playground and they started shooting back and forth”. what are you going to do if the gang bangers come up to you and say we want you to join? “i’ll tell them no”.)

- corey paul

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