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letra de screamin' - jay cubano

[verse 1: jay cubano]
i proceed to be the illest
k!llers they lurk, no father figure
forgive father, father time has become such a bother
manhood tips from my barber, though
project hallways are a mixture of p-ss
poverty, and an ounce of c0ke
my emotions don’t take me over, never that
not when i’m indulged in the art of rap
i sold x on the culdesac and still avoided crack
jesse’s foamin’ at the mouth and laid out on his back
(rest in peace)
slowly losing my focus, it’s getting so hard to function
no hunchin’ ain’t got no time, late night i’m writing the rhymes
and hoping one day you’ll hear it, visions become vivid
cinematic dreams start to appear, angels in the rear
view vision, hear pistols, dead n-ggas
what issue, where is you?
i’m dying this the jungle ain’t no lions motherf-cka
in my every day appearance, yeah i’m quiet, i’m silent
but just know that on the inside (what?)
i’m screamin’

[hook: jay cubano]
screamin’
(through the heartbreak and hurt
guess we live and we learn)
screamin’
(through the heartbreak and hurt
guess we live and we learn)
screamin’
(through the heartbreak and hurt
guess we live and we learn)
screamin’
(through the heartbreak and hurt
guess we live and we learn)

[verse 2: jay cubano]
i started pushing drugs know it k!lls, yet i do it
my morality is all i do is provide, they the one’s that’s using
and ma’dukes don’t know, but man i think my aunty do
cause when i’m in the trap i always see her in that chevy coupe
i’m runnin’ to them cars and “oh, boy did i get lucky”
lots of options in the slums and ‘bano picked the undercover
n-gga bang goes the gavel, black pigment in the pen
although i knew i lost it all i still believed i’d never win
lord, forgive me for my sins and one’s i’m planning to commit
i plan to one day, have children
i’m no ideal father figure
but i’m workin’ so d-mn hard, it’d be a shame if i fell off
and boy i swear i need a job, i used to fall off in my thoughts
as if the only option was to rob…
king street be the slum
and once you see them train tracks ain’t no use in comin’ forth
go back and forth from here to juvenile detentions centers
in the winter i prayed for warmth
please have mercy on the poor
i’m seekin’ peace in divine places
all they seeing is my face, i try to p-ss time
and i’m failing
remedial pain attendence, in school and don’t pay attention
i bask in this life i’m living
never had a pot to p-ss in
no love for me
and that love remains unwanted
the impoverished prodigy of florida’s slums
silver spoon remains untouched

[hook: jay cubano]

- jay cubano

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