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letra de babel - jay anfernee

[verse 1]: i’m just venting now, please tell me if you feel it. sucking tits from young, all that milk i won’t spill it
my pen and my seismo-cryptograph comfort me and convert thee. learn about the word for a minute
one visit from this prophet and your kingdoms quiver
call yourselves “gods” with clear holes in your scripture
problem after problem, hour after hour. the sour cowards counter with power try’na devour our
honor. silver spoons can beautify your cabinets. paint your office red like the blood spilled by governments
f-ck your blue sky, my universe is the limit. we gather in numbers cuz the days are numbered like alphabets
the alpha bets he will never lose position, but omegas are born savages – leave damages and take advantage of the chance to rewrite the blueprints, and mark the billboards in our own language

[hook]: with the stones they supply, we build a status that can touch the heavens high. on the shores of the nature isle, we build a tower that they all can see for miles

[verse 2]: they say the young people are the leaders of tomorrow. i got to feed my family before i feed a nation. join the system or cry against it i still gotta rob, with or without education
in my cl-ss, almost everyone i knew were puppet masters – pull strings to make their parents sk!lled dancers
the only string i could’ve pulled was my mama’s nerve. her -ss whupping made sure i got ahead of the curve
since i was 14, i’d blueprint some 16s to build my past 18. i’m yet to know my 20
the flat-screen could either entertain or influence me. cartoons were first, the wars were secondary
till it came to a point where i couldn’t tell the difference. the politics, religion, social promiscuity
which of these high powers would ever be incensed by a young adult whose mind is still in puberty?
it doesn’t matter, you doomed for the cemetery if the decadent digs your hole to reflect the dead
at the back of the school, your future leader’s giving head. i hope you can repeat the act to keep your country fed
receive the bread and hypocrites will call foul
politician’s tongue slips, and the young sheep howl
for their blood. no god can strike you from the sky
if you keep your education and a watchful eye

[hook]: with the stones they supply, we build a status that can touch the heavens high. on the shore of the nature isle, we build a tower that they all can see for miles

[outro]: let’s build a tower, meet the highest ones in power, and maybe our lives will no longer be sour. when you get thrown to the wolves, you learn to lead them after. poverty and fear will no longer be your anchor
let’s build a tower, and meet the ones in power, and maybe our lives will no longer be sour. when you get thrown to the wolves, you learn to lead them after. this whole life will no longer be your anchor

- jay anfernee

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