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letra de in the city - evan holt

my father wasn’t a rolling stone
cough up a lung where i’m from full of broken homes
i walk alone, watching thrones like i’m genghis khan
but judging only how it’s going i ain’t waiting long
i’m playing p-wn in foreign territory but every story got a backdrop
and came a long way from hanging on the blacktop
we had socks with holes before we had hoes
and had colds with snot stuffed in our d-mn noses
hands froze and my eyes heavy
in due time but my mind ready
in my prime barely
for every lil n-gga
that hear a real n-gga
and every really n-gga that had to spill liquor
out in the field bruh i know how it feels pressing the gas not moving ya wheels
my hungers instilled
and knowing that this sh-t could get real
is let alone just enough to get k!lled

ya eyes peeled
i got the heavy grooving

whether the murder capital or murder with a capital
it’s los angeles
broadway or the avenue
all the sh-t that we had to do
places we may have traveled through
in the city when it was plenty n-ggas it happened to
we had to choose ain’t have to prove
but had to move
from having dues to having shoes
it’s that or lose
imagine the rules we had in my schools
n-ggas with att-tudes
you wouldn’t have to choose
i rock the fitted cap and never watched the nationals
was up in cl-ss cutting cl-ss
just to act a fool
i throw my kahki’s in the cleaners on the casual
on this occasion i ain’t changing for my attributes
the fruits of labor through the labor you could have the fruit
i’d let my neighbor take the tree if i could have the root
i knew what happened in the street and who it happened to
i thought what happened in the street was all that rappers knew

ya eyes peeled
i got the heavy grooving

when the trouble occurs we stir it up in the pot
right now it’s the loot
power moves and plots
death over dishonor if i don’t do it or not
ours nothing to lose but how you are on the top
downfalls from grace
forefathers in place
founders all around us
running with outta towners
long days the calendars tell time for months
clocks digital scales and putting work in the trunk
now it’s up in the front but i don’t do it to stunt
that’s more money more…
so now i’m with the owners bending corners like i’m roadrunner
i ain’t never seen the show once
tryna blow out a cold holding my nose
i know n-ggas that froze i chose a different road from
i’d rather be old and getting owed
than owed from getting old
i told n-ggas in 01

- evan holt

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