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letra de persecution - figgyonel

[chorus]

looking for a way out
looking for hope
running from the pain now
hop on the boat;

persecution
persecution

looking for a way out
looking for hope
running from the pain now
hop on the boat;

persecution
persecution

[verse 1]

the struggle brought the worst out of me;
made me insecure and sensitive
not really how the toughest men should be
but not all heroes wear capes
but not all gangsters wear bape
so n-gga, here’s a story of what poverty makes
a colored man grab the mic, express misfortune
no one hears it, his vision of fame remains distorted
he thinking he wack
he thinking he ain’t gon make it
and that new house he wanted for his mom gon stay vacant
so for now, he never take vacation
suffering sincerely from a sterile sensation;
aka nine to five, never live, filled with lies
about how he gon get a bonus and never die
401k empty, cash flowing like a dam;
you thinking he making plenty, he still living with the fam
wishing he could move out, and never give a d-mn
and smoke in peace with the homies, all the glitter and glam
but the n-gga can’t afford to even fix his car
same oil since 08, you know he ain’t going far
a decade with the same vehicle he loves to show off
so many memories stuck together, like a collage
he goes home everyday, grabs some paper and a pen
right away he writes away, a way for him to cope with pain
an epic, a grandiose version of himself;
he put on the cape, shh, listen for yourself:

[verse 2}

god’s descendant!
never limping
catch me whipping
like ancestral bondage
trapped in the system like a hostage
do me a favor:
do not ever speak again like dogs after labor
beaming like a lightsaber;
see we on a sea weed diet
we see trees and smoke bowls
’til we see wii miis dying
teenie bitty crazy like a tiger lying
atop a roof, ready to spook, then you see me flying
who the f-ck you thought it is?
figgyonel with the shiz
and i’m still pimping out the crib like xzibit;
matter fact, big pimping like hova
rode the shoulder lane just to get a hold of lames
flames in the rear like a notre dame babe
why question? there ain’t an answer
b-tch i running through the city with my woes like quentin
working over everything;
figgyonel, never ask who the f-ck this is again

[chorus]

looking for a way out
looking for hope
running from the pain now
hop on the boat;

persecution
persecution

looking for a way out
looking for hope
running from the pain now
hop on the boat;

persecution
persecution

- figgyonel

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