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letra de pennyrollers - d'shon

[verse 1: d’shon]

looking like a g cruising the street in my beheaded 2 seat
wind blowing feel the rush of air with the sun glare on skin bare
got that text from the flame, almost came and crashed
told me grab some flakes and milk from the supermarket
don’t forget the pears or i won’t suck your pair
and i need the relief, right now please hurry
tire mark, burn out f-ck a speed limit
slow down, police detector flashing
stole parking when someone was trying to get in
track star to the entrance
headless chicken with elegance around the business
see a little boy, look like he pre-teen with a lot of change jingling
get into line right behind, my eyes clocking time
trying to head back for head and back
only one lane open with the lighted pole
little kid pulls out alotta rolls of pennies like he forgot to pay tolls
from coast to coast
hol’up the cashier counts and loses track
cause the b-st-rd wanted a snack
phone buzzed read she wasn’t in the mood anymore
30 p-ssed now i’m cold flaccid
with enough anger to cause a columbine uproar
out for war, k!lled my vibe d-mn i’m about to cry!
why couldn’t that boy have stolen those hot fries and tide?!

[verse 2: d’shon]

famished is the one broker than cliche jokes
extinct green, endangered food in pantry too
no silver, just a jar of copper that loud jingle
find the penny rolling papers and start filling
walk out the door, weighed pants sagging
to the store, for some hot fries and tide
my hunger subside and clothes roller coaster ride
hear a 2 seated thumping out the ear blind side
legs weak, arms shrunk, stomach rolled
face aged
can barely hold the monolithic bottle of tide
almost ripped the chips open , my thoughts caught
themselves
move haste to the checkout, see elderly cashier
put the goods on the counter, she was a sweet dear
take out my rolls, arms shaking, begun counting
the man behind me growing anxious, restless
he’s growing more agitated as pennies get counted
amounted
we’d only hit 3 bucks suddenly he turned astounded
he doesn’t know food hasn’t been eaten in my family
since government stamps ran out
doesn’t my mother lost her job over marginal
issues
sorry if my poverty displeases you
i can’t help that the man downstairs wants to hurt me soul
by d-mning me from, filling my bowl with cereal
feeling suffer my heart get larger and buffer
the family stuck together
me, grandmother and uncle
typical statistical family living in struggle

- dshon

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