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letra de homeward - doc brown

[verse 1]
and relax, the open up of [?] literature is back
there couldn’t have been a better time
or finer place
’cause this modern age is bleaker than a peak into a minor’s case
but i’m the same, still reporting from the darkest corners
in the recesses of the mind, i’m only part performer
part of me is an allegory, an -n-logy, fantasy rappers need to fulfil imagination cavities
i had to speak because i wanted you to ride with me
i started thinking if i didn’t it’d die with me
swimming in the mainstream
still, i won’t make peace
my mum fought the neo-n-z-s in the 80s
my dad fought the real n-z-s in the 40s
don’t applaud me, in comparison i’m ordinary
but pigeon hole at your peril, i spit and scorch my tea
see, a poisonous poet is what i was born to be
and the beautiful part?
i don’t need to chart
i can keep it one zero zero from the start
i ain’t got to be a rock star
i got bars that’ll rock stars
let me play some modern art
i will jack some b-ll-ck while you chat some b-ll-cks
no one cares where you got your hat from, stop it
i got what you want in my wallet
but love lasts longer than money so f-ck profit
and karma’s a b-tch, i learned the hardest
let’s all light a wick and then pick who burns the farthest
i’ve made so many mistakes, i’ve got regrets
but i keep it ’em all close, i never want to forget
so get up on your soapbox, keep your weak slogans
all i’m giving is what i’m living in the moment
this is rhythm, this is blues, this is jazz
this is [?], this is [?] with the [?] on the treetops
and all i’m hearing is fables without aesop
welcome to the real, you can feel it in an eavesdrop
trying to give my children something to believe in
trying to bring a little sunshine to neasden, willesden, dollis hill, kilburn
i’m on it still
and the roads i’ve left behind you’ll be on my will
incredibly, you’re still the source of my energy
bodies turn to dust, but the flow will never rest in peace
i got my daughters looking up right next to me
and this is stemma, the beginning and the end of me

[outro]
you can never shake the pain of the memories of yesterday
still, i turn another page
i’m alone
at least i’m home (i’m home)

- doc brown

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