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letra de dirt - doublethedigits

i came from the dirt
so i can ony rise
was going to school in the same shirt
and that sh-t hurt my pride
i put my feelings in a verse
before i speak my mind
they doing shootouts by the church
f-ck u think i know bout tithes
this sh-t for better or for worst
you know we really tied
momma had 3 jobs that she worked
that mean i can’t get tired
you either sleeping with the worms
or you gone get to fly
i done seen so much sh-t it hurts
when i don’t get to cry
can’t even know my pain
don’t even know my story
people ain’t know my name
they all used to ignore mе
know you might do the same
that’s why i’m leaving shortly
my lightеr fl!cking flame
mj my only shorty
and i don’t even smoke like that
i be on my own
gotta hold sh-t back
had get in flow the let ocean splash
this a pick and roll cuz i’m going past
had to fix my nose
put a hole in that
gotta shift my bones ain’t no hoe in that
not a b-tch that know
when i’m going black
had to my hit bro
cuz he tote a strap
gotta get my own
no holding back

cuz if they catch you they k!ll you
some n-ggas only hard with they gun we know the real you
some n-ggas shooting sh-t up just for fun
i don’t feel you
they say the sharpest weapon is the tongue
cuz that sh-t k!ll too
not a kel tec
but it still texts
been processing a lot of sh-t
that ain’t feel yet
went in came out the opposite
you know i feel blessed
ever wonder where your mama is
it make you feel less
like how the h-ll you disappear
and now you back
oh i’m alright its been some years
don’t wanna fight i wanna cry
can’t get the tears
don’t know my life
you know my lines
say this one here

i came from the dirt
so i can ony rise
was going to school in the same shirt
and that sh-t hurt my pride
i put my feelings in a verse
before i speak my mind
they doing shootouts by the church
f-ck u think i know bout tithes
this sh-t for better or for worst
you know we really tied
momma had 3 jobs that she worked
that mean i can’t get tired
you either sleeping with the worms
or you gone get to fly
i done seen so much sh-t it hurts
when i don’t get to cry
i done seen so much sh-t it hurts
when i don’t get to cry
hate when my father drink around me
its changes his eyes
it’s like he’s trapped i feel him drowning
everything inside
and he when he down it
i’m recounting all the times he tried
said he was changing things
i really felt that way
people that made me me
just up and drift away
i got no agency over the the kid they break
it’s rearranging me
but still they think i’m sane

- doublethedigits

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