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letra de staccato legato - frria

[verse 1]
staccato legato, my rhythm n’ blues tender, i pushed upon it full throttle
an angel said, “there’s something special ’bout you,”
thank you darling, hope i let your favourite feelings out you
i felt so brazen embracing there’s no comparing me
mindset: me, my uncle and my dad
three west indians with ptsd laughing about the cost of therapy
less and less is scaring me these days
let the bubbles slide off back in this geese chase
i keep on wilding, flying, fighting, f-cking, or eat cake
all these glaring eyеs i accrued in new times must mеan something
i was scared of dying on queen street, must eat something to be something
i noticed lately my skin’s stunning and stopped wearing that mask
this new man’s too rare and too gassed and more me than i’ve ever been
bare melodies out my head again, not to mention those teleplays
don’t you play like my pen’s a pen
my pen’s that, “who said that there?
how’d he flow like a river and sing those heaven sents?”
minha família sacrificed for it, i’ll open up the spice drawer
and hit a soca whine one time
i’m not imbibing your petties, core tendency solar light
i’m not at rest yet, love to feel the heat up in my flesh, yes—

[verse 2]
pleasure
i just wrote a hundred poetries, i’m a vessel
i just wrote a book of self-help, ‘cause i’m extra
i just wrote a couple screenplays, i’m directional
we don’t need to move the same ways, i’m special
look at her pose, head to her toes
i love to show loss of control, from the ghetto
healing our souls, samples and flows
i’m that big mans, don’t test me
poor folk finessing, i’m too tragic to upset me, call him portuguese toevsky
cold caribbean fado prose, my flow’s wagwan
we crossed an ocean from madeira to guyana in the 1800s
sailed three months
indentured scars, then immigrated to scarlem in the 80s
broke water in 90s, new waves float through my blood
immigrant does as immigrants finds funds
i’m glad i had models for courage to build from the ground
and shed away fears and didn’t need buy guns
all that we wanted was love in the hood
i had to learn to show love to my hurt
all that did, we did it for good
all that did, we did it for good, hey
[verse 3]
come to find my worth, it’s so absurd how i got sk!lled and such
how you f-cking building, bruh? my skull overflows with spirits
bootleg crystal head filled with rum punch i’m spilling here
soca whine and bee gees, hon
nights on broadway turn me on
they could never reach me, hon
i seen death when i was young and can’t forget her teasing, hon
i’ve been feasting easter banquets, preaching what i’m dreaming, hon
before that last supper comes, i’ll sing with passion
drink her whine and go surpass what we have done
freedom comes, then freedom’s gone
beings in paradox

- frria

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