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letra de firelights - ham sandwich (usa)

the streets are beggin’ for some leadership
but if you ask me where i’ve been, i gotta plead the fifth
the ones that came up beside ain’t the ones i’m leaving with
it leaves me sick! got my skin feeling ’bout a meter thick

i’ve been addressing grievances, my own justice
tryna find what just is, it just isn’t what it was when it was just us
it’s f-cked up but now it just is
and between you and me, i could care less what once was

cause once one pillar falls, see the structure come down, the dust up
where i come from, you’d never see the sun down
and for a couple coins? you gettin’ gunned down

look!
it’s chemicals in the air tonight, so we masked up
you gettin’ put down if you wanna act up
hextech on my hip way that i’m strapped up
if you don’t want these problems, you better back up

cause i’m quick to fly off the handle, somethin’ like an old door
a sick spitter, a l!ck hitter, giving ’em cold sores
i’m cold warring in old foreigns, sh-t i was tuning up
machinery come back from the dead and lookin’ new as f-ck
in alleyways walking past fiends, seeing ’em shooting up
lanes flooded with pharmaceuticals, losers soon to be funerals
seen as usable, getting turned to computers and booting up
the city in ruin, never healing until it’s rooted up

but i’m usually fluent in what the block talk
it’s game over, have ’em running home when i walk off

magnificent seven shooters, i got like six of them

firelights jacking flights, on some pirate sh-t
i’m not an optimist, i won’t bet on an opp to miss
but i accept my blessings, you the type to block the gift
check the horse, see what the mileage is
and look sideways like a hieroglyph

you the type to hide a diss inside a weak verse
then be surprised the only spot you got is on the bleachers or on a t-shirt
wet up too high, give him reverb
bullets reverberating through big rooms, no features, look!

sh-t makes you rethink what you consider a friend
when so many relationships have seen the bitterest end
we just go back to being sinners again
cold stares make you wonder when the winter would end
just wanna see you again, just wanna see you be great
don’t wanna see you defend all of the people we hate
don’t wanna see you descend, wish i could clean up the slate
wish i could turn back the time, wishing i never was late
wishing i never was late…

if i can’t turn back time, then i’mma shatter it
take the pieces i’m rearranging, changing, and scattering
preventing the catalyst of catastrophes, disastrous
i’m adamant that my trajectory is not an accident, i’m accurate

feel like at the bottom all i see is activists or fiends on activis
politicians and drug lords dispassionate, living life extravagant
economic inadequates, but i ain’t having it! ugh!

so when the timelines collapse we’ll see who really stuck inside my circle
caught a n-gga lacking, now we really up
pain i’m feeling real enough to make me want to seal it up
wanna heal it up, wrap, tuck it, and conceal it, look

from the river mississippi to the sands of aleppo
the ruins of shurima to the piltover ghetto
i’ll be breaking the barriers, baritone to falsetto
yeah…and they won’t hear a sound but an ekko

- ham sandwich usa

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