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letra de dead presidents - inner haven music

[intro: former president lyndon johnson]
today john fitzgerald kennedy lives on in the immortal words
and works that he left behind
he lives on in the mind and memories of mankind
he lives on in the hearts…

[verse 1: donatello]
nothing but a kid, san francisco resident
tryna stay ahead to resurrect the dead presidents
the aims to keep the green in my hand, to keep on feedin my fans
to keep my camry’s tank off e if i can
not a softy i’m a man rockin beats oftenly as i can
mobbin deep with the clan, inner haven slaving
for the crop and the cream, it rules everything around me
but really i’m just tryna provide, tryna survive
and keep it live in the 4-1-5
till the day i die, until the day my life fades
see me in some nice j’s, tryna pave a nice way
but who knows maybe i’ll go and blow it all
or stack it tall
maybe i might save, remaining patient
never comeplacent with my placement
earning the foundation for my future occupations
and creations, miss my opportunity i cannot, best not
shooting for the stars like a cannonball giving it my best shot
stress not, rest -ssured i’m on my best accord
i need a profit in my pocket so i press record
the name is d-o-n, i keeps it one hundred
shouts to benjamin and all the dead presidents
keep on checkin in, we’re out to represent
north star, inner haven, peace…

[hook]

[verse 2: ray endeavor]
and i, rhyme with abundance, i need something that i can run with
destination heaven, but the road i’m currently on is ugly
i’m really hoping one day that my dream can come alive
so my future could be set and i won’t be money deprived
but failure just follows and i can’t even swallow
that my body just deteriorates, there might not be tomorrow
its a setup, the sun won’t seem to let up
oversaturated bullsh-t everywhere i go and now i’m fed up
the train i’m on is ticketless, full of happy gents and mistresses
if i die, i wonder will there be any witnesses to witness it
i hope so, the alchy got me faded while my weed continues to burn slow
all this drama made me wish i had alzheimer’s
you know that i’m demented
i would die for my fam, heaven will be my life sentence
all these m-th-f-ckas think their great?
thats what you thought
i ain’t tryna be hard, matter fact my whole personas soft
but i see good people die for bad reasons
on some real sh-t, sometimes i can’t believe it
so why act tough?
what do i gotta prove? what do i have to lose?
if not for the money, what else can i use to light a fuse?
life’s amusing, but whats the f-ckin reason?
if i was blind, would i have the opportunity to see it?
inner haven is the essence, its a brand new season
dead presidents exemplified for high treason
but still…

[outro: ray endeavor/ former president lyndon johnson]

- inner haven music

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