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letra de trip room - da poet

(the poet)
all my f-ckin homies, they got struggles of their own
battles that they been through, but you never woulda known
sh-t they never bring up, when you talkin on the phone
try to just distract them, when they step into my home
gettin high
gettin by
takin molly not to cry
pill to try
close his eyes
pray the homie doesn’t die
thank the lord that he survived
gave the man another try
now it leave me wondering, like who the f-ck am i?

who the f-ck am i?

supposed to help my brothers, i’m supposed to light the way
don’t believe in god no more, we smoke when we should pray
try to just relax at night, we stress throughout the day
smoke em out to ease the pain, i never make a em pay
keep the bedroom colorful, for when this life is grey
talk about our goals and sh-t, so we don’t fall astray
focus on the beauty, i got art up on display
take his keys, when he too drunk, to make the homie stay

(apples)
step into the trip room, baby step inside my soul
welcome into paradise, where drugs all take control
clouds up on the ceiling, it feels like another world
stars and cosmos spinning, like reality unfurled
surrounded by the homies, visitin from out of town
something just feels right in here, like time is slowing down
(the poet)
i poured the lean, double cup with the ice
forgot that i took it and poured that sh-t twice
just popped a xanny, and that sh-t felt nice
just popped a perc, homie gave me advice
said “get off that sh-t, you’re just rolling the dice
good things ain’t free and your life is the price
i just said f-ck it, went back to my room
pills paused the friendship, hope i can resume
the percs prolly laced, that’s just safe to assume
if pills win tonight , then this couch is my tomb

- da poet

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