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letra de last train to toronto - eli arbor

[verse 1:]
i missed the train
i ain’t gon’ make it there
feel like i’m locked, jamaican hair
i don’t think i’m going anywhere
i’m from rochester where the skinny n-ggas die
know they ride, know they cry, know they–
try to survive while making it by
flipping them pies up on lenox
on the west side of the south
n-ggas on the north side got the guns hiding all up in the couch
it’s revolutionary mind state
if a job don’t, crime pays
picture the world through my eyes
yeah the mind frame, hope the grind pays
i’m living back at my parents’ house
laying awake on the homie’s couch
waking and wondering when all the wickedeness within me is gonna leave me without
with or without what you giving, i’m focused on living this life to the fullest and sh-t
but i see the shadow is pulling and sh-t, you be pulling and sh-t
and i don’t know what they looking for in the neon lights of the liquor store
fireball, and the hood sodas
mr. juice for the hood stoners
mystics for the thick chicks that only eat salt and the vinegar chips
me, i’m here for the scratch-offs, hoping a dollar is gon’ make me rich
pipe dreams and the white nights and the cold days and the long fight
and the long march to the cashing line
ten percent for the cashing fine
and the snow’s falling, said the snow’s falling
is ball really life if no one is balling?

[hook:]
cause i’ve fallen victim to rabbits and rabbit holes
cheshire cats in the pinstripe
alice ain’t know they had calicoes
caterpillar offers me a toke
i ain’t gon’ take it, the smoke won’t leave me alone
i said the smoke won’t leave me alone
(x2)

[verse 2:]
i missed the train
i ain’t gon’ make it out
of the city where innocents minded they business is taken out
at a non-violent event blood spills on cement
three dead can you see them?
now they angels, can we repent?
like i’m sorry for all of my sins (sorry for all of my sins)
and i’m sorry i ran away from this night that never ends
lotta kids not from the hood, wanna talk like they about it
and all my n-ggas in the sh-ts just be talking bout getting out it
cause ’round here no one graduates
a’s only come with r’s and k’s
and the 15, talking 47’s, talking mac 11’s when the .40 spray
like doo doo, d-doo doo, doodoo doo doo, doodoo doo
when you so scared you don’t know what to do
talking bout the doo doo, d-doo doo, doodoo doo doo, doodoo da
and the fireworks make it worse cause you don’t know when to duck
and the snow’s falling, said the snow’s falling
is ball really life if no one is balling?

[hook]

- eli arbor

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