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letra de home - jet gladstone

[verse 1]
see me walking out a cream car, like they found me with a brick
turn around, caught the last glimpse of a crown vic
two o’clock in the am, and it’s straight men
staring me down, like i’m a dog in a d-mn pen
slit wrists, blood drip, slipping down the back of my hands
like i just tipped over the bands
now i’m staring at a wasteland, please don’t misunderstand me
and b, they got me sinking like quicksand
cuffed up, head down, feeling blameless
like a bride in her white gown, feeling so stainless
but i ain’t shameless, man gotta suffer defeat
and still others just run and retreat
now i’m strapped to a black chair
solely wanna demonstrate, show them who i really am
solely wanna educate, break a stereotype
then take their minds and captivate
compensate for all the lost time, gotta demonstrate

[chorus]
another summer day, has come and gone away
from paris and rome, but i wanna go home
baby surrounded by, a million people i
still feel all alone, i wanna go home

[verse 2]
so flashback to the first part of my night
in between cars to the first part of my night
dc, got me at a lounge on 9th street
first time in front of a crowd, i’m tryna keep it discrete
see me walking to the stage with my pants sagged
vision of me choking, instead i got up and bagged
the mic, and every girl in sight is gonna learn my insight
this little black light, my new found hindsight
tryna make it to the top of game with no promotion
investing all this d-mn time into my emotions
leaving the club, got a n-gga so siced up
heading to the car, all the thoughts got me tied up
pulling out the tools, got a cigarello ready
got a g of “loud pack” in a bag tryna hold it steady
instead it got lost when i was blowing my high
a mistake that happened in the blink of an eye

[chorus]

so cold, eyes in the back of my head
i’m so cold, 5-0 just surround and stared
asking all these questions, i’m they new obsession
tryna make it out the session with no confession
but they making new progression, found possession
all the d-mn aggression, i said my confesssion
and just like that, all my pride is stripped
got tossed, cop telling me he done with all the bullsh-t
oh sh-t, new thoughts rushing through my mind
can’t die or go to jail, i’m a one of a kind
wasn’t my sh-t, but still i took the blame for it
tryna be a n-gga didn’t know to how to chauffeur it
boxed up, in the car they wanna get me locked up
no discussion, last thing i wanna do is knocked up
tryna make it out the station with no probation
struggles of a black kid in this white nation

[chorus]

[bridge]

- jet gladstone

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