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letra de art of submission - essam muhammad

yeah, yeah we been through the struggle
we been through a storm of emotion but we still keeping in motion
this is devotion, we done been through a whole lot
tears could turn into a ocean
over the ocean, water’s bigger than the block
come from a cloud that is woven
art of submission, just know we the chosen ones
our culture and resources they have been stolen from
the motherland, now we put money in rubber bands
ay, do you understand?
american dream they sold a scam
how many life they no longer living?
conditioned to take we no longer give in
they say money evil, know i’m a witness
seen the r before 18
lord protect us from a life of sinnin’
switching lanes with the same team
know god, {?} could’ve fell a victim
now hopping hurdles till the day we winnin’
got it down to the t like we sippin’ [?]
but still tested, tribulations and trials
brodie doin’ time, [?]
know that we dyin’ inside, regardless we still gon’ smile (gon’ smile, gon’ smile)
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission (we gotta, we gotta) (submission)
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission (we gotta, we gotta) (we gotta, we gotta) (art of submission)
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission (the art of submission)
we gotta, we gotta (we gotta)
master the art of submission (the art of submission)
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission
we gotta, we gotta (we gotta)
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission (the art of submission)
we gotta, we gotta
we gotta, we gotta (we gotta, we gotta)

we gotta get it, i’m on a mission
steady searchin’ tryna witness change
made a promise imma do better
not tryna go back to my old ways
but i’m slipping’ up over and over again
when you lack in the art it’s just hard to commit
like the cycle just never ends
only focus is hustle for dividends
cuz all of the things that we seen for youngin’
introduced to a life selling drugs and guns
skipping class but learn math in the streets
break it down to half just to add up the funds
turn it to an ounce, father pull up and bounce
driving through the cuts, tryna make it home
still a teen, hold it down for his own
no mama need carin’ cuz baba is gettin’ old
the life that he live make them carry a load
but he just a product of pain
the season is life like a movie, money material gain
deceived by the beauty, physical world in illusion
give into desires, it’s faith that we losin’
unlearned it the word, we conditioned the art of submission
what i’m out for here bruisin’
standing in line but we ain’t salutin’
cleansin’ the spirit like making ablution
every saint got a past, every sinner got a future
prepare for my life’s conclusion
prepare for my life’s conclusion
master the art of submission (we gotta, we gotta) (submission)
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission (we gotta, we gotta) (we gotta, we gotta) (art of submission)
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission (the art of submission)
we gotta, we gotta (we gotta)
master the art of submission (the art of submission)
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission
we gotta, we gotta (we gotta)
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission
we gotta, we gotta
master the art of submission (the art of submission)
we gotta, we gotta
we gotta, we got a mission (we got a mission)

- essam muhammad

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