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letra de tct - inner haven music

[verse 1: ray endeavor]
its just one of those days
you just gotta say..f-ck it

its just one of those type of days
where you can never understand sh-t
tryna keep a straight path, but always looking backwards
uncertain all the time, you’re commiting all sorts of crimes
socially inadequate, keeping drugs by your side
your mommy never listens cuz you never follow a word she says
telling you to go to bed, but you sneak out of the house instead
thats nothing new in the society we live in
the gift of life is not a right, we forget its a privilege
but yet we take it for granted, nothings ever meant to last
if it was, you’d spend the rest of eternity just tappin -ss!
and that was not for laughs, thats just simple math
one b-tch plus one ho equates to a birthday smash
and y-sssss
isn’t that what every man desires?
a tub full of b-tches swimming in a pool of fire
17 years old just fearing of growing old
visions of one self siphon the blunt till it turns mold
you get bored fast, finding ways to fight monotony
you flirt with the devil, pulling both sides, dichotomy
a one man army, quoted by marcus garvey
“struggling to blast a way through the industrial monopoly…”

[hook: jg]
you just get lied to….
no ones beside you…
and everyday we run…
tomorrow may never come

[verse 2: ray endeavor]
its the money that we gain thats so hard to maintain
blowing cash fast on sh-t that never ever lasts
in the past, correlate on everything you try to take
working all day ‘n’ nite, no kid cudi breaks
and thats the problem we just can’t seem to solve
reliant on the gr-ss, constantly party like mardi gras
on the scale of life you look and its always off balanced
juggling priorities and temptations malice
you just take advantage, you know you have talent
on the court they even say that you’re the next kobe bryant
but it all fades away, you take your switchblade
slit your wrists a couple times just to see yourself bleed
and thats called release, you know its a mistake
but you look up to sky yelling “god help me please”
cuz theres no salvation no matter how rich the nation
if you can’t accept the wreckage of your own d-mnation

[hook: jg]
you just get lied to….
no ones beside you…
and everyday we run…
tomorrow may never come

- inner haven music

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