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letra de fighting for my soul - digga d

[verse 1]
god gave me life, so i can’t tell him, i’m suicidal,” it’s [?]
but, i still find time to read the bible
i’m a rapper, that’s my title, someone’s idle
so, it’s my fault when i talk, ’cause if not, they’ll cancel me to be spiteful, it’s all a cycle
my head’s chipped, so i smoke my weed, high all
need a break from prison like michael
it’s all about survival, ask my rival
she got on a rival, make his destination final
i’m aware it’s gonna go, it’s gonna spiral out of control
get my rifle
freedom of speech, look how they fight for [?] andrew tate
they say the wrong thing and get blocked, i speak, i’m back behind the gate
fake it ’til you make it, i can’t hate
spray my billboard with paint, and that’s one thing that i can’t rate
so, when we get him, i just hope you understand that we been droppin’ n-ggas out for trollin’ on the ‘gram
free thugger, been in court tellin’ the judge we ain’t a gang
airin’ out somebody’s son, i got prepared to take the stand, d-mn
from the picture that they paint, i say, “i’m alienated,” picasso
head chips, so i’m mixin’ my weed with tobacco
power of my shadow, so i’m fillin’ my pistol with ammo
say a one prayer and i light my candle
it’s every man for themselves, when you pray, it help, it help
i can’t bring myself to ask you when i need it, but i’ll pattern up
the devil’s draggin’ me to places, back to places i don’t wanna go
protect my energy, it’s evil, i don’t wanna know
[chorus]
2023, just leave me be if you don’t want the smoke
’cause i’m fightin’ for myself, this is not a joke

[bridge]
save me, yeah
please, save me
my heart can’t take no weight (mhm-mm)

[vesre 2]
when my head gets hot, and i don’t know what to do
and my sweetheart [?] i’m smokin’ on —-
i ain’t got nothin’ to say, so i can’t go to the booth
i have really fallen off, god, can you save me from the truth?
i’m turnin’ to, i’m gettin’ old, i’m gettin’ tired of these roads
they been burstin’ off the poles, feds been birdin’ off my bros
and i see my n-gga fold, that made my heart go cold
but it’s loss of the composer, so, i’d rather my heart froze
you see, the pain in my eye, it leaks ’cause i got stabbed in it
everything’s the roads, me and my bros, we got dragged in it
ten-man done in jail, nothin’ in a mad minute
who am i to complain? bro, he got twenty years and then he’s got to get parole
if it’s evil, i don’t wanna know

[chorus]
2023, just leave me be if you don’t want the smoke
’cause i’m fightin’ for myself, this is not a joke
this is not a joke

- digga d

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