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letra de s.o.s. (same ol' song) - goodfella

[intro: goodfella & (sample)]
(it was strong enough to send me)
it was strong enough to send me to hell
(pictures of their face & eyes flashing through my mind)
made it, still have my soul to sell
watch for enemies that sport your friend’s clothes
and you’re f-cked if you swear it ain’t so…

[verse i: viviani]
immigration and i dancing at different paces, the most wanted
running from homeland security, blunted
government dubs me as dangerous as f-ggots infatuated
with the c-m shots of c-cked gauges
while venezuela scorches, venezuelans’ marching
to face less charges, the answer?
another child found faceless in the garbage
reverends promise you heaven, i paint pictures of hell
for the strong willed livin’ in ferguson’s hell
kids skip adolescence, chest heated with shells
fathers screaming for freedom, mothers crying for help
the u.s. leeches our wealth commodity teach us to yell
“life’s a b-tch,” would you prefer death caress you?
and you’re f-cked if you think crooked cops gonna defend you
badges are not protection but license to pack extensions
if coppers intend to, they’ll blast a gat through your dentures
music romance the soul (can it bring hope?)
or save a generation over i’ll instrumentation
to look past the whips and chains towards self emanc-p-tion
pigs blast your fly clique! a skip from having our rights stripped
by a nation organizing paradigm of crime
where protest turns into riots, so f-ck being the “flyest”
they’ll need to resort to violence to retort to my defiance
obama, a man ate another man’s face like jeffrey dahmer
i’ve seen brains blown in broad daylight
the world’s a stage, play you, the broadway night’s here
let’s change lives, f-ck what the radio waves hype, “fear”
it’s that nigga that i’ve never heard about
and you can never doubt my clever clout
cause my gift to swerve the sounds
of verbs and nouns (what it like?) is like my d-ck
you can taste it in your girlfriend’s mouth when you’re making out
i’m sick and it’s versed with ease, let’s just squash the beef
i’m trying to lead the world to peace before i leave deceased
solitary confinement is like my people starving
handcuffed, gasping at a university campus
behind my scars, you’ll find a mind’s incarcerated
with grimy bars that fill the pages
my time is religious, sacred. i insist to waste it
i risked my life to make it outside the f-cking matrix
if you pick, then what you taking? the blue pill?
cause even those too real when faced by the f-cking truth squeal
cause even those, even those who pack steels and those who rap ill
even those whose driving coupes will squeal – the truth k!lls
pac, it’s the same old song that you sung
the youth seeing the pen again
the good dying young but not as young as the innocent

it’s the same old song, it’s the same old song
the good dying young but not as young as the innocent

[outro]
it was strong enough to send me
pictures of their face & eyes flashing through my mind

- goodfella

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