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letra de speechless - gaea labelle

[chorus]
remember back in the day
when we used to rock dreads, afros, and braids
singing songs of truth and love as we praised our natural ways
don’t wanna be a slave to the field trap
let’s bring it back to the real rap
let’s bring it back to the real rap
rap

remember back in the day
when we used to rock dreads, afros, and braids
singing songs of truth and love as we praised our natural ways
don’t wanna be a slave to the field trap
let’s bring it back to the real rap
let’s bring it back to the real rap
rap, rap

[verse 1]
i woke up from a dream that i had the finer things
but what does it really mean if even reality ain’t what it seems
i wanna conquer the world
and i know what i’m doing
but am i the only girl
that’s out here pursuing
to be a little more than just something to pursue
trying to lift spirits instead of a big b-tt
nose jobs, nice b00bs
real rap, i wanna bring it back
like, like yo i feel for that
real rap i wanna bring it back
like jigga, you feel that?
yo figga, that’s real rap my n-gga
i stay trapped in the tune of earth’s features
always hated school but wanna be in a room full of teachers
so teach us, please just be just, reach us
how can we trust the world
when our preachers and leaders are leeches?
so leave us alone
f-ck an academic map
we got a soul to lead us home
[interlude]
we got a soul to lead us
back to the real rap
where we used to rock…
afros and…
back to the real rap

[verse 2]
let’s bring it back to the real
good hair good hair, untangled, unfair
i don’t know to rock a braid or a ponytail
too dark, too fair unlike vanity
i don’t dare, i don’t care
i like what i see in the mirror
especially when it stares back at me
i have every intention to mention that i’m happily invested in my reflection
no, i don’t wanna be another machine promoting throttles
i rather be in the club with my role models
popping bottles like we ain’t got no worries
put the phone down
why you always in a hurry?
i wanna ask you
if my rhymes go untold will the stories loc up in my follicles?
will it be in parables of pigtails of paragraphs of fairytales?
will it cause people to spell?
will the witchcraft elders condemn my letters to h-ll?
oh no, i hope my soul goes unsold
but i hope my rolls royce’s rose gold
and i hope my new style’s not old
but i hope my new styles unfold
and i hope for rewinds and downloads
and “uh ohs” and uploads to go gold or double platinum
like my favorite rappers’ albums
who kept it real regardless of the outcome
how come that feels so far away?
it don’t have to be so hard for it to be a brighter day
(at least that’s what momma say)

- gaea labelle

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