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letra de crawfish - j-s.a.n.d.

[intro: barbra streisand]
memories
light the corners of my mind
misty water-colored memories
of the way we were

[verse 1: j-s.a.n.d.]
yeah
i remember being the laughingstock
now i’m one of the ones you have to watch
like orville redenbacher, i just had to pop
i never could fathom why n-ggas could never see past the block and shoot for the stars
but then again my city never had no astronauts
n0body told us that we had a shot
that’s why when we get it we hog it and never pass the rocks
can somebody go grab our spot
when you have the knots and n-ggas have it not
n-ggas be having plots to put your ass in plots
n-ggas never had a pops and that crisis been existential
i was always thinking global while n-ggas thought residential
had to dare the mental that i would be widely respected in the city where if n-ggas don’t understand, they reject it
they won’t be hometown heroes
worldwide zeros
n-ggas be having limited views, they five years old
n-ggas can’t even see beyond they cul-de-sac
catch ’em talkin’ in circles, hoping that they could hold you back
[chorus: luhmont]
if you ain’t living for nothing, go get something to die for
ain’t living in your truth, then find something to lie for
never shift from off of your pivots they never hit it
’cause the heat could k!ll your dreams if you let it, n-gga
it go crabs in the bucket crawfishing to say
once they get a grip on your bag, you slip in their trap
what the f-ck in my vision is that?
what the f-ck in my vision is that?

[verse 2: j-s.a.n.d.]
we coming straight from the gutter
defining lines between guns and b-tter
had to climb my way on top of the clutter
i do it strictly for the sons of mothers who did it without no help from others
and i’m a stranger to struggle, we d-mn near cousins
i say all that to say if you ain’t been where i’ve been you really can’t tell me nothing
n-ggas sweeter than jelly custards forever trapped inside the belly of the beast and can barely stomach
so that’s why when n-ggas start to get pouty i be outtie like a belly b-tton
but that ain’t their fault, that’s just how n-ggas was programmed
pit ’em against each other
the last resort is to throw hands
quick to go toe-to-toe and face-to-face like it’s a slow dance
we can’t see that it’s an apparent trap, lindsay lohan, d-mn
products of deprivation clouded by desperation
surrounded by hate, they’re trying to stop each other’s elevation
holding on the grudges that they can’t get into heaven’s gates with
praying you’ll never make it
you gotta tell
[chorus: luhmont]
if you ain’t living for nothing, go get something to die for
ain’t living in your truth, then find something to lie for
never shift from off of your pivots they never hit it
’cause the heat could k!ll your dreams if you let it, n-gga
it go crabs in the bucket crawfishing to say
once they get a grip on your bag, you slip in their trap
what the f-ck in my vision is that?
what the f-ck in my vision is that?

- j s a n d

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