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letra de wake up - jl of b. hood

[verse 1: jl]
hopped on the plane g’d up, i brought the gear out
got the gucci shades on, i see the glare out
sides of ’em some arab gave me the stare down
looking like a suicide bomber, getting scared now
took a look at my surroundings, i’m aware now
ain’t no other kind of weapons, i pull my pen out incase i gotta stab him
his going down in a flame of glory on a plane ain’t some sh-t that i can fathom
the whole flight i’m staring at him
he stood up i jumped up like “where you going n-gga?”
he said “the bathroom”, i said “i’m going wit’ you”
the flight attendant interupted, “is there an issue”?
he said “this guys harr-ssing me, i don’t know what i did to…”
i cut him off like “there’s no problem i’m f-cking wit’ you”
i sat back down, he walked off and turned around
i was mugging him, thought that i was bugging him
but he walked in the bathroom chuckling
wondering what the h-ll’s really up wit’ him
cause he been in the restroom for 5 minutes, what?, did the toilet suck him in?
i thought to myself, i should go to the door and bust it in
a tap on my shoulder wakes me up, i was just dreaming
some n-gga said “your plane is leaving man, you miss it there ain’t another one ’til this evening”
i’m still kinda high i ain’t smoking that weed again
that sh-t had me bugging, i don’t trust that weed man
he all swoll up n-gga looking like he-man
he probably put some steroids or sh-t in the seeds man
but let me get back to the city i be in
i walked on the plane and its the dude from my dream, d-mn

[hook]
is it a dream or reality?
am i dreaming reality? a vision a premonition
they had to be? i was blazed with my eyelids shut, i’m half baked
i’m amazed, at how vivid it is when i awake, confused and dazed

[verse 2: ubiquitous of ces cru]
i woke up in a house alone
the smell of gas and the dead man chained to the stove
can’t even fl!ck a lightswitch i might make it explode
can’t lay low no time left for taking it slow
no way you look? somebody must be waging a war
its either make a dash for it or lay with the corpse
wishing that i could fast forward through the day to before
i left and grabbed the nine stashed in the safe in the floor
pray to the lord for my soul no not what i speak
father forgive i can’t go with the flock they weak
my prophecy to be a wolf, i don’t walk with sheep
shattered my chain left a plain go cross on my feet
nothing but flames propane black smoke in the air
made my escape through a window that i broke wit’ a chair
swear i saw the man in all black smoking a square
formality it would seem, as i awoke wit’ a scream
reality or a dream?

- jl of b hood

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