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letra de ghetto savior (big brain version) - jimmy (formerly jimmy luna)

verse 1
“in the valley of the ghetto where they clippin’ the barbers, shooters and robbers
you would think that venom and carnage took it as hostage
slime this is bigger than toxins spreadin’ through community hospice, we in the darkness
it get me hot when i see old people be walkin’, needin’ a walker
bus stop, pickin’ through garbage, lookin’ for bottles & cans, yeah
livin’ is hard but how did it pan—”

if our eyes meet it’ll be awkward
these are the thoughts that go through my head when i’m at rеd lights
it’s gettin’ harder evеryday to live normally
starin’ at my mirror, understand that there is more for me
i am not my hood, my hood is me and i’ll leave formally
wonder when i die, will there be h-ll and if they’ll mourn for me
ghetto baby’s baby, mama knew she had to court for me
so she held the door and dad had cut umbili cord for me
4x4s for me when i came home in air forces we
get it out the mud when it get too heavy
that’s why my pops had to move more snow than rejjie
allegedly though, you know them peoples lookin’ through the peephole
for people with skin darker than a cappuccino

man of many paths like pain, i’m makin’ a planet
man of many hats, but cappin’ ain’t what i’m plannin’
ain’t tryna fool n0body, i’m tryna make you imagine
‘cuz once you see it here, it’s no longer a passion
ambitions what i have, conformity’s what i’m lackin’
i couldn’t see myself tryna get another’s reaction
i couldn’t see myself seek validation from caskets
i can not see family in anything but a mansion

lately feelin’ lonely, back against the wall mad fear
ironically, i moved to the safest city last year
went back to the hood and i’m still gettin’ mad stares
if i can’t be black here, then where can i be black near?

alienation, culture shock til the block hot
they won’t understand til they see you shakin’ hands with the n-ggas in demand
now you no longer a fan not because you got some bands but because them n-ggas suck
your idol is corny, don’t worship them or me, to the plebs and the normies
i don’t want your endors-m-nts
i can’t take no advice from n-ggas livin’ in dormant, want my life to become
somethin’ bigger than yours can
land of the ghetty, where they payin’ us pennies
cold shoulder, the yeti, where the trauma is heavy
imagination is your escape, this is your machete
i ain’t wearin’ no cape, the ghetto savior is ready

and it’s you

- jimmy formerly jimmy luna

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