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letra de manifesto / p.o. box - j.murph

[intro]

they try’na say that we not special , that we not special
it’s time to break the hating threshold /and show them “x,o”
regardless though i know i’m blessed though, i know i’m blessed though
need only good to manifest though the manifesto
no matter what i try my best though, i try my best though
some people just can’t seem to let go , can’t seem to let go
regardless though i know i’m blessed though, i know i’m blessed though
need only good to manifest though, the manifesto

[verse 1]

truth be told i try to keep it real
so many of the others on that “how you feel”
been planning for the playing on a higher field
adjusting what to question get a sire k!lled
it’s quiet for the sirens till’ the body still
i’m try’na tell them how to float if you get k!lled
ain’t nothing they can do to take your soul or steal
eternal joy that break the pain to be revealed
one step forward two steps back
i know it be feeling like can’t catch no slack
cousin vince yesterday died
family always pray high
but can’t escape the thought of the fam losing to fire
man feeling so undermanned
but i do understand
that’s it’s a lot inside this bout that’s for the one who can
i’d rather tell you i don’t know than lie and paint an answer
to what to do when all the questions piling higher

[chorus]

[verse 2]

truth be told i try to help a lot
will it really help sometimes i couldn’t spot
if what i say or do it’s gonna turn the plot
the narrative of struggle flip the script at times
i’m knowing that i’ll screw up if i get the chance
which make it hard to stay and be a leader man
they saying all i need is to believe the man
who’s bleeding help to see the way to being cleansed
one word wrong
two said right
they gon’ take what you mistake evaluate and plot
how to serve up your demise
stack on top of it three times
you can’t escape the target applied to beat the odds
man, feeling so out of place
but know you gotta; say
what is right and when the stones fly hide your face
eat the blows when they strike cause; it’s written
since beginnings it was greatness they was hitting
you enlisted, yea

[chorus]

bridge:

open the mailbox i’m seeing it’s nothing but bills
i’m hustling still, labels don’t want cut for the deal
it’s nothing for real young but had enough of the thrills
i trust in him still
authentic , it’s a must that it’s real

verse 3:
let me tell ya where i’m at
i ain’t just referring to the map
talking everything hollering nothing but facts
i been peeping all the traps
seem like everything is a hustle
go to college be in debt a hundred stacks
why i bother tryna’ rap?
catalog deeper than most but they ain’t peeping still trapped on the trap
i just leave it where’s it at
see i’m metro booming with the bap
got ‘em both but they blinded to the fact
been a poet with the pen since 97′ a tiny veteran laureate’ing em’
pedaling poetry stead of trekking the bike
at 7 picked up the mic
and let ‘em hear what i write in letters about my life
perfecting it with the light god
peddle things of elohim get no play
but randomness and tangents is okay
so if i plan to get outlandish for the fans will they stan me with no understanding
i don’t understand it, but i do
all claim to be woke but really ain’t got a clue
we be dealing ‘em hope but they just want to pursue
the empty dreams they see on the screens and youtube
know a paleontologist go phone ‘em quick
cause i got a lot of bones to pick
like these clones who spit
wannabe kunta, cole’s and k.r.i.t.’s
leave it alone make your own exist

- j murph

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