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letra de my life - djay kennedy

[verse 1: lazy]
my life consists of f-cking terror
mother on drugs doing trial and error
the sh-t i remember drives me up the wall
the wall is where i would bounce my ball
until one day it bounced too high
young white kid destined to die
i saw my first dead body in kindergarten
red liquid everywhere like a spilled strawberry milk carton
i went to school in the suburbs i was a martian
walked up like a crackbaby
i was called a failed abortion
these potions were used throughout my household
doomed for failure is what i was told
i was raised on street corners
as we crossed neighborhood borders we became foreigners
i rode bikes with the neighborhood kids on busy city streets
well dressed men giving our mothers city sweets
we all wanted to grow up like those men
however most of our careers ended when we grew up like those men
little did i know i grew up like those men
ended up being shot at again and again
maybe one day god will take me can i hear an amen

[verse 2: emperoraguila]
these are the riddles of a simple man from the middle cl-ss
surmised as the highest bruh, kicks fly as f-ck, desirable
perfect t–th, everyone’s heard of me, courtesy
of my so called callous status, but it lacks a certain purpose, see?
society’s slowly rotting, quietly, homie forgotten are
the morals, the quarrels of racial tensions still remain
senseless, dense intention’s the insane, deranged rage preventin’
us from a d-mn incentive, and you think that isn’t f-cked up?
driven by flippin’ bucks, yup, that’s fricken’ dumb bruh
we’re motivated to hate the latent instead of aiding them
it’s blatantly awful, satan’s mate’s a maiden jawful
the nation’s a blazing lost world, we’re all sinners in h-ll
we must rebel from the devil, simply quench the malevolent
is it a lack of intelligence or can we be benevolent?
we’re about to go up in flames, can we extinguish the inferno?
“they’re only words, bro!” the turmoil is internal, burns slow
nah, i’m not conscious, but i think i know what’s going on
i’m tired of the nonsense as i flow the hate keeps growing strong
what’s wanted is a conscience, all i spot is monsters
used to be afraid of the dark, b-tch, and then i saw the light
in all its striking brightness, enticing me, yet enlightening
i gazed at it, a hazed addict, then struck down by lightning
nah…i’m not conscious at all, but the nonsense can’t stop
but can you stop it? yeah, i believe you can
emp

- djay kennedy

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