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letra de letter j - jameel3dn

24 can’t find a place to sleep
darkness all around hard for me to see
tryna make it in a world that ain’t for me
were the rich strive and the poor die just to eat
wasn’t afforded any seats so i gotta stand
like d-mn the struggle like a scam
cause god made man out of sand
god made that apple tree with his hand
but man put a fence surrounding land
and now i can’t eat what was god given d-mn
what a god forsaken plan creation being banned
we suffer while they prosper
feed us gmo just to send us to the doctors
put the gold out of reach so when we reach they can stop us
than we teaf n then they keep sending coppas
to tha streets but it’s beef when they hawk us
till tha chief pull his piece and then he pop us
n than we leap to get the jeep full of lamaz
screaming peace wit this heat we is shottaz
all this madness ova dollaz
i guesse we paper soldiers pushing product
lifting weight pushing yay for da prada
selling powda to ya momma and ya daughtas
getting nada please forgive them fatha

and dis life is like a steal hurst
trapped in a box man i feel cursed
contemplating death like is it still worst
praying by my bed is this still church

we all facing poverty
really that bother me
so i spit this properly
living out the prophecies
used to hearing fallacies
want us dead probably
i am the anomaly
my soul is like a novelty
grade a yea i bring you quality
threw away their teaching of philosophy
not living by they policies
reject i ain’t living in dey colonies
even the ghetto is a monopoly
n dey ain’t feeling sorry be
just looking for a way out
so dey sell food like it’s take out
how to make out when you display doubt
how you grow crop in a rain drought
take heed of what i say now
before you end up in dem grey clouds
in darkness we just tryna shine
i believe that in itself is a sign
cause we lost and our soul we can’t find
groping like the blind not aware of the time
20/20 but the best sight is hind
looking in the past we lived a life of crime
but stealing ain’t sufficient when you open up ya mind
so now i’m doing things to see us rise
conquer all these lies and avoid our demise

and this life is like a steal hurst
trapped in a box man i feel cursed
contemplating death like is it still worst
praying by my bed is this still church

too many demands in my face
y’all just want to win but y’all absent for the race
life of jumbled words

- jameel3dn

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