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letra de even closer - dallas kacey

[verse 1 – dallas kacey]
it’s been 3 long years & it still ain’t really hit me
i’ve acquired new fears
im sure the advice you would give me
would add light to this darkness that im in
livin’ life with intentions to rise to heaven
yet im fallin back in sin
writin’ letters to you that i know i’ll never get to send
mailman don’t deliver there
only way you’ll get’ems if i get up there
i know right from wrong, i see the stairway to heaven, yet im sittin on the second step writing songs
gramps, is this for me?
send me a sign or somethin
in the studio alone, no one’ll see me cry or nothin, let me know!
am i to chase this dream?
is this a trap?
is it god that gave me flow & put these wings upon my back?
is that the reason why i rap like
an officer who’s dog said there was drugs in the car & im lookin in with
my flashlight..
except, the dog is lyin
and the flashlight is my flow
& the drugs is compet-tion
which is was im lookin for
and i can’t find’em
sure to break out, like a caged rhino, i got sk!ll, just need luck
start callin me marciano
a young legend, that everybody know is undefeated
& every youngin’ under him, studied’em but couldn’t beat’em

see i’m leavin’ a legacy.. & yet im only 19
i can’t believe my eyes
my life feelin like a pipe dream
feel the long beach in me, rep my city right, hear my voice & see the city lights, playin my songs considered sight seein
you see it now?
these n-ggas just kickin’ it like a 3 & out
im tryna work & be the cat these youngins grow up readin bout
it ain’t whole lot of role models in my profession
that’s why i, go outta my way to give’em these lessons
see these youngins, all for gettin’ they cheese
but they forgot who got’em here, so they dont get on they knees
and nah, its no pause needed
man see thats im sayin
the first thing come to they mind is head & not prayin, see how they brain work?
they soak up what the hear & then mix it in with they fears
before you know you gotta kid that put a front up for they peers
13 drinkin beers & sh-t
smokin weed, man they shouldn’t even be near the sh-t
the h-ll is wrong with us?
im bout to make a change tho
all the while im sacrificin all my time in hopes that i can shine & have say so
cause short term grindin’ equals long time success
& i understand it takes a lil time to be the best

not to mention
all the time & attention
that i used to give my girl
i now give to the world & hope they like me
such a switch of scenery
goin’ from someone who i know you mean the world to
to speakin with people that dont believe in me
aye i know she be needin’ cause when im gone im busy
but she out here all alone
man i wish i could bring her with me, but i can’t
so everytime i write it might not always look like it
but its her im tryna paint, these typa pictures
man they stained in my brain irreplaceable
she the reason for these voices in my hear that scream “i gotta make it”
so i work, til im tired, then i work some more
i write until i remember it twice recite it in my dreams til early morn
i hardly get the chance to rest
barely catchin my breath
but thats what happens when you catchin’ this wreck
these cats all about cashin they check
but ignore the supporters thats snappin they neck everytime ya song come on..

like, forreal..

you are appreciated..
i pray the day never come when ya’ll get to see me faded
gotta make that promise to myself, unless i win a grammy
then its hand me that bottle o’ top shelf

all this work ain’t helpin, its stressin me out
can’t even socialize, i tell’em god bless & be out
haven’t been eatin
always tired but i been sleepin
6 day work weeks i get to rest half the weekend, then it’s right bakc..
sunday mornin, i go to church
come home & go to work
i gotta write raps
they ain’t gon write themselves n-gga
and even when tape done
im in the streets slangin’em
i gotta sell n-gga

how that make you feel?
when the signed cats ain’t doin nothin
but im out’ here tryna hustle for the deal
i be bustin on the real
i done dodged more bullets & spit more 16’s then the homies from the beach that tussle with the steel
no busters, wc! can’t n0body touch us
n-ggas tryna rap but can’t out rhyme my brothers
if you heard’em you’ll love’em
they do every track justice
yaw just bust weak 16’s of sweet nothings
these bustas, got’em all shook?
they leave fl-stered
never heard a brotha so young with such comfort
it’s a gift from god bruh i swear it is, i hope he remember my face when the time come for me to be wearin his
gotta get that jesus piece, but i might not rock it tho
just wear my wooden rosary & keep the bling in my pocket
so they im stayin humble
then get to my brothers house & pull it out my pocket like “you know you see them diamonds n-gga”
gotta shine a lil bit
i wanted that since i was a lil kid & seen kanye all on my tv
convinced myself school was a waste o’ time but if i can figure how out to place a rhyme
that rich rapper gon be me

i guess im half way there.. i got the rap part down
still workin on the rich part but i ain’t worried
man it’s all god’s time
ain’t in a hurry
if it’s meant to be it will come true
i put my trust in god’s hands enough to know he’ll always come through
its all a matter of time

- dallas kacey

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