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letra de pick a side - gregory mfeka

pick a side

ap or a rollie, time keeper show me/

bring that elevator, ufo be calling/

mama on my case, close it ‘fore i’m juged/

westside westside n-gga where i’m from/
dark skin shedding light on you individuals/

you gon see a homeless vagrent on the streets with no shoes/
maybe he a size 10 and you have a pair or two/
but instead of pulling through, lend a hand, condescend/
you disgrace demean the derelict drifter, now he on the move/

how you do that to a beggеr, how you treat him like no winner/
how you moving with non influеntial adolescent k!llers/
they be k!llers of morality and confidence i feel/
he’s been thought it all and seen some sh-t, he’ll tell you what is real/

ain’t no spotify in this, but the spot he found ain’t sh-t/
ain’t no spotify my n-gga, but his spot apathetic/
ain’t no spotify in this, listening to old cassettes/
ain’t no love up in the streets, government protects his team/
motherf-cker pick a side, a superman with kryptonite/
how you live a lie and lie to people that gon live for rights/
how you move with white supremacist, a jingo with blitzkrieg/
drop a pill in their drinks, parliament mixed with lean/

i was drawn to al pachino, rather that than wearing chinos/
we got nik naks and the snappers, they want usa type cheetos/
man i love it right here, call it home, pitch to c notes/
i want everybody hearing this, south africa on beast mode/

b-tch don’t touch that b-tton, b-tch don’t pull that lever, it’s destructive/
go berserk until they bring the grey straight jacket, get it fashioned/
crack my head until the juices of the words you prolly l-st/
land on you and your six tracks, apollo, i’m his golden son/

still a pesent still a black sheep, in this industry/
young youngin’s with the peep, the connect, plug a g/
no adaptor nor a signal, they done ran cause i was charged/
charged for battery my n-gga, hope your energy ain’t weak/

more important than the president, i claim that on myself/
raise the bar to cloud nine, you done reach your peak, you elf/
get the paper like aliko, milk the bank up, drought the income/
don’t just do it for my momma, every african my blood/

- gregory mfeka

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