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letra de face/off - ghais guevara

hope that he know what that shotty do
hope that he rather skedaddle
than learn what the 7.62 do inside you
peep the behavior he showin
that’s tendencies only a b-tch is allowed to do
sit in a puddle of grief while the vultures
around you be all in ya f-ckin food

never seen boul on the block
frozen from shock, body on lock
only could move when abusin the wock
somethin is k!llin em
when it eats at his heart, is he feelin it
he don’t f-ck with the dark like dominicans
but his light seems to shatter his discipline
or his christening
warns of the path of a man
talk with the hands
even the ones that he love get a glance
blacken the eye of his brothers and fam
love of his life gets a shove and a curse
plague on the people that aided ya birth
say if she stay then it lessens her worth
d-mn

what of the ones with the mission
knew they was ready to fold
when they peeped all the cards they were given
enormity tapped in the double helix
reminiscent proverbial struggle phoenix
every beat of the heart bring another demon
uh, aye

said that the game is the game
said he knew all of the measures
them crackas went thru to belittle his name
said if he’d do it again he would
take every shot till it set him ablaze
said if he learned how to swallow the agony
he could still see her face

and he act just like his daddy
he done been in them hoods
he done been in the dirt
he done been in them fights in the alley
he done learned from the greats
he done learned from the snakes
he done learned from the books and the tragedies
so why do this n-gga reside
in the spot where i feel most at peace with reality
peep i don’t f-ck with no cops
act like a fool, i don’t jest with the shots
if he don’t move ima let that thing rock
stood on his ground
prayed to allah
ain’t turn around, he was ready to die
i let it ring just to show i don’t lie
brrr, bow

hit up the homie like bury em
he on the way, by the way
this my first f-ckin murder
so bet ima cherish it
blood on my hands ima wear like a badge
i sit back and i laugh at that terrorist
stopped in my tracks when i peeped
there’s a hole in my chest
how could i be so arrogant

you know what this place makes me wonder
what’s that boss
which would be worse
to live as a monster
or die as a good man

- ghais guevara

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