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letra de dba (death by association) - eshon burgundy

[chorus: sean c. johnson]
they say you are who you hang with, some people wear that noose like a necklace
walking with death, living reckless, these streets’ll eat you up like breakfast
top of the morning you’re gone, chase dreams but there’s no home
gain much and lose your soul, i’m good and recognize that i’m gone
they say you are who you hang with, some people wear that noose like a necklace
walking with death, living reckless, these streets’ll eat you up like breakfast
top of the morning you’re gone, chase dreams but there’s no home
gain much and lose your soul, i’m good and recognize that i’m gone

[verse 1: eshon burgundy]
ay yo it’s death by -ssociation, if you true and living let them never catch you faking
true religion, james 1:27, things that we should do but never get us into heaven
i walk the block with a plan in mind, cause any time it could be hammer time death is certainly unexpected
south philly this cold world chilly, had people trying to k!ll me i know what it’s about really
it’s not a dream to me, not a façade either, you got trouble seeing it, i don’t prescribe reefer
i tell you wear gl-sses i don’t confide neither, i got a homey that’s a baker man know what i mean
in the kitchen with an apr-n and an ol’ beater, swear he just need a hot stove and a cold freezer
moral of the story is the story is immoral, things we do to turn fabled dollar into glory
mindful what they might be hiding by the torso, the streets is known for p-ssing metal like award shows
but the ghetto ain’t on that level alone, plenty places put the chrome to your dome will make you foreclose
the bible says the spirit lead us into all truth, but if you never near it to hear it how will it mold you?
sequel, sequel, life is like a cartoon, but the dead in christ are guaranteed part two, deuce

[verse 2: j. johnson]
ghetto birds singing, wedding bells ringing, babies cry clinging while funerals linger
dope boys post knowing this one thing up, the life they live [?]
desert eagle featherings leave large stingers, snotty nosed kids in the streets where i live at
seriously, and my ghetto god may i be a reaper bearing fruit for all the sons eat
may i die like jesus did for the ‘fence upon me, samg may i leave a [?]
orchestra on the beat, eshon on the speech, lord save a little spot and let my soul leak
let me talk. preach!

[chorus: sean c. johnson]
top of the morning you’re gone, chase dreams but there’s no home
gain much and lose your soul, i’m good and recognize that i’m gone
they say you are who you hang with, some people wear that noose like a necklace
walking with death, living reckless, these streets’ll eat you up like breakfast
top of the morning you’re gone, chase dreams but there’s no home
gain much and lose your soul, i’m good and recognize that i’m gone

[verse 3: eshon burgundy]
that’s right it’s death by -ssociation, between me and my lord draw a correlation
look at his lifeline for line and see my motivation, see why i’m praying that my pride be forever fading
let it fade to black, let it disappear, my faith is a death sentence to my fear, put it there
so all my canon boys throw your hood up in the air, what good is repping your hood if your hood is in despair
and you eating, you getting money, and they tweaking, probably looking funny
don’t catch feelings catch healing cause we throwing it
out in the crowd why would we be throwing it where no one is?
cause we got right and wrong long as they co-exist
somebody gotta die, biggie told you this
but you cannot k!ll it yourself you’ll die trying
i’m trying tell you dawg you up against the lion
repent is belief, physical and spiritual baptism is key if you want to get free
but if you just wanna get paid and baby it’s all g
grab a cup of lemonade and go back in the party
cause it’s going down out here
look at me, these are bodies on the ground out here
what we see on the corners is people trying to get fed
it’s a street communion wine and bread tell em take it to the head
yeah what up tho?
[chorus: sean c. johnson]
they say you are who you hang with, some people wear that noose like a necklace
walking with death, living reckless, these streets’ll eat you up like breakfast
top of the morning you’re gone, chase dreams but there’s no home
gain much and lose your soul, i’m good and recognize that i’m gone

- eshon burgundy

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