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letra de true intention - jehst

(verse 1)

god bless our corrupted minds
for trying to f-ck with rhymes
we probably should’ve stuck with crimes
crowds are hating on me
fans are rating on me
alcohol got me stumbling around like a waking zombie
dragging myself out of the grave
to show these young-bloods how to behave
the cycle’s counting the days
every lp is a resurrection
stagnating
waiting for fresh direction
in the east of the city
peep the situation
we’ve got dreams
but no means of facilitation
a grand vision of autonomy
the reason why a drug dealer exploits the black-market economy
and everybody want an ‘mtv crib’
trying to figure where the wmds hit
you gots to chill
like epmd did
wifey wiling out on some pmt-sh-t
the rent’s late
i see a few of these dudes as dead weight
a leader in need of head sp-ce
i blaze the peng-grade
the pen stays poised
my ink-flow’s poisoned to keep me employed
i’m eating off sixteen bars
used to be nine
double-jointed
blazing two zoots at a time
losing my mind
finding my feet
explaining to bre’ers:
i’ve got to get paid to rhyme on the beat
i’m trying to eat
love don’t pay the bills
they say: “jehst got crazy sk!lls!”
but the stress is going to make me ill!
i’ve been badly advised
so i trust no one
except my family-ties
i’ve head it with lies and geminis
it’s all over, man
snakes in the gr-ss
i’m the lawn-mower man
the green-fingered
black-hearted
corporate wh0r-
there’s no such thing as a rap artist
it’s all bullsh-t
white boys blacking up
modern al johnson
b-boys cracking up like:
“this can’t be my beautiful culture!”
chasing the mirage of food for the vulture
that’s circling over
you’ll never escape your fate
in this orwellian state
it’s got schoolboys peddling weight
pop-pop leave you dead in your gates
it’s the same throughout many estates
the melody makes the pain numb
soldiers back from iraq selling firearms fresh of the plane bun
it’s plain dumb
how an iraqi and a kid from hackney can be k!lled by the same gun
so when you put my tape into your deck
think about columbine and virginia tech
martial law is still in effect
a society, pushed to the brink, to the limit, the edge!
who’s held accountable for civilian deaths?
everytime a politician want to big-up his chest
it’s all economics
the arms-trade generates dollars
and dictators don’t educate scholars
it’s trick-knowledge
we no longer celebrate honour
when men are dying, we stay quiet
and pray we don’t face the same horror
at the hands of their descendants
thinking it’s the price of our independence
all eyes on the future
while soldiers in fallujah
control by remote-viewer
ok computer?

- jehst

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