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letra de blind - delta s, jmo

this year be moving fast like a feline
last year at this point i thought everything would be fine
can’t believe we didn’t see signs
all the problems in the world weren’t any more than benign

would give anything to go back to those free times
used to be seeing dollars but now i only see dimes
devil’s been lurking, he’s trying to get me to resign
well screw that man, i decline

thought i could wait it out but that’s too long
there’s no second chance in life, no gulag
we need some new laws, i need to cool off
i’m myles garrett with this heat, you’re mason rudolph

so now i’m a champion like the girls who play for uconn
of course there’s things i can improve on
but for the haters that i’ll prove wrong
i’ll make sure in 20 years i won’t be sleeping on no futon — instead i’ll be

thriving man forget coronavirus man there’s people out here dying but you know i’ll be surviving
never dead, was just reviving, cuz i won’t ever stop fighting
it’s my turn i’m just arriving, you keep hating, i’ll keep smiling
you keep wasting, i’m providing

yeah it shouldn’t be surprising, listen to me while i’m rhyming
all the things i am describing, i speak truth, i’m never lying
at this point ain’t even trying, it’s so natural when i’m writing
sometimes i feel like i’m flying
but you know i gotta keep myself humble
don’t wanna make it to the end zone just to fumble
sometimes it can be hard, sometimes it’s a puzzle
but i’ll end up winning like i’m booker in the bubble

so from this point forward, i’m obsessed
no more sitting around, no more being depressed
no more complaining ’bout how my life’s a mess
that stuff is old now, come on, give it a rest

(melody)
i can’t see where we are gonna be…
i don’t know where we’re gonna go…
am i free if i can’t breathe?
back the blue with our debris

all the freedom we should see
and we still end up below
on a knee, we’re still demeaned
they back the blue with our debris

[bridge]

every action has an equal opposite reaction
and our leaders in action is traction to further his faction
agenda surrounding subtraction, increasing the industry ration
subpoenaed, just like a hyena, the coward is leaving, he’s missing in action
the fractions are growing, they’re big on the bottom
the denom is squaring, no simple or common
look right and then left like i’m mr. roboto
their plot on each other is shot after shot after shot
after shot after shot
no answers just stirring the pot
one side hoping the other will rot and then cave in
they save ‘em, that’s not how it’s sought

compromise, they break the ties
and use their eyes, see the truth and hear the cries
as he dies and she dies they devise the demise
of the lies, no longer being paralyzed in their own skin
you not even ready for what’s coming, you locked in?
you know i’ll be posin’ noah rosen no shots in
majlak clocked in, world turned upside down
you could hear the drop of a…

-pin drop- why are people always hating on the fact that
others are discriminating and equating all their actions?
i don’t want to be berating on all the weakening in the acting
i can’t even see why people don’t find these stories distracting

“sidd
you’re a brown kid living in a white world
there is nothing a privileged brutha can’t afford”
if that’s really what you think, you see:
this is why you will never get it, no matter my social status
i’m gonna be called pathetic, or manic, or loser, or headache
a predetermined medic, dream is high pathetic, unapologetic
foreign apathetic, us diuretic, semi-automatic
practically bubonic, dealing all the chronic, culture is ironic
different tune harmonic, leading catastrophic, radical islamic
addict on narcotics, all my fault tectonic, it’s toxic, and i…

i can’t see where we are gonna be…
i don’t know where we’re gonna go…
am i free if i can’t breathe?
back the blue with our debris

all the freedom we should see
and we still end up below
on a knee, we’re still demeaned
they back the blue with our debris

- delta s jmo

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