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letra de time off - defcee & messiah musik

[verse 1]
miles davis on the train keepin’ me calm
tellin’ me there isn’t such a thing as a lost cause
today, i teach my students how to count bars, but it’s hard
to tell kids to freestyle in a room full of armed guards
i get kinda blue when my check’s late
but their kinda blue’s a sweatsuit with county numbers on the breastplate
i’m not trying to save anybody. that’s not the point
i’m trying to convince somebody it’s worth it to save their voice
but by their count, they’re counted out by everybody:
their mom or the system, their rеligion, and a jury that isn’t
of their peers. given years for somе kid sh-t
digits on their wrist and permission they gotta ask to take a p-ss with
i’m headed home from work trying not to sob
but this is a drought an ocean of saltw-ter couldn’t solve
i know nine-to-five is how you survive, but swear to god
if i survive my nine-to-five, i’ll never work another job

[hook]
i just got to work, and i already wanna go home
i just got to work, and i already wanna go home
i just got to work, and i already wanna go home
i just got to work, and i already wanna go home

[verse 2]
panic attacks on my morning commute
paycheck printed with ink strained from poisonous fruit
state dropped the needle on that vicious cycle
and we taught all the kids who caught the loop–caught the loop–caught the loop–caught the loop
image in my head: off white iron and orange suits
nope. just youth crammed into a prosecutor’s garbage chutes
d-ckens reboot–at the front of the class pourin’ soup
want interviews? their tattoos will report the war for you
kids cop pleas, and don’t know what they’ll get back
or when they’ll get back. they might come home to jetpacks
saw a boy kicked out of class for lookin up gang lit
so he wouldn’t be a neutron when he started his downstate bid
wanted to ask how the teacher learned to be so cold
tried as an adult? i don’t care if they write me no poems
at supermarkets memorizing prices for pay-as-you-go phones
in my nightmares, i still hear, “i just wanna go home…i just wanna go home…i just wanna go home…i just wanna go home…”

- defcee messiah musik

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