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letra de w.a.r. - joell ortiz & the heatmakerz

[intro: poet ali]
with all respect, we’re at war
with all respect, war
worry, anger, resentment

[verse 1: joell ortiz]
got all my affairs in order like a grown-up
the house ain’t fully paid for, but i don’t owe much
catalogue revolvin’ five figures on a slow month
and whenever i drop somethin’, it jump like a whole sl-t
both sons got good heads on they shoulders
one in college, one a father, d-mn, i’m gettin’ older
thought about callin’ it quits a couple times, just reclinin’ on a beach
white sand under my feet, my hand huggin’ a sweet daiquiri
for evеry nasty-ass tropical fantasy
my boy saved me a sip of, threw thosе back happily
back in the day, but then what?
i stop rhymin’, then what?
got too much pent up, i gotta pick this pen up
therapy with the ink, melody is my shrink
that sh-t y’all sellin’ gon’ have you irrelevant in a blink
i could never not be the truth, i’m tellin’ you what i think
and for those that grow with me, chose to go with me
on this journey, y’all ain’t fans of me, you family
your support nurtured my fantasies
can it be the food-stamp boy in a canopy chillin’ watchin’ the manitees?
these is stakes you can’t find, a double rarity
on the flip side, my wife’s a vegan
life is quite intriguing, but the time is fleeing
sh-t, it go by in a flash like michael keaton
you ain’t good for my wellbeing? you and i ain’t speaking
with all respect
[interlude: poet ali]
for those that come from a place on the wrong side of the interstate
with all respect, not too many can fill their plate
from the fruits of the passion because they didn’t hate
and kept pushin’ weight, kept their pen in shape
turned dreams into reality amidst the brutality of poverty
with all respect, i’ll wait

[verse 2: styles p]
plate full of plants (yeah)
i’m countin’ backend money, didn’t take the advance (uh-uh)
remember back when i couldn’t wait for a chance
hammer on my waist, couldn’t wait for a dance (couldn’t wait)
my, oh my, how i’ve grown up (my, oh my)
people from my past like, “d-mn, p, you’ve blown up”
think about the block and how we had it sewn up (the block)
pockets gettin’ fat, catch a loss, that’s a tone-up (mm)
last of a dying breed, sh-t, they should clone us (they should clone us)
got it out the mud, hold your head or get your dome crushed
yeah, i love foreigns
a muscle that’s american, but ask me what i’m cherishin’, you’d think that i’m boring
peace and quiet and walks out in nature (shh)
for these type of rhymes, yeah, you need innovation (need innovation)
brain’s in pain, well, you need stimulation
ask me what we in and i’ma say a simulation (mm)
still the hardest out, do you need a demonstration? (do you?)
tryna bring health to the youth for generations (what else?)
buildin’ up the house, yeah, call it renovation (call it that)
any time i’m rhymin’, yeah, call it ventilation
thank god for god, yeah, we all in debt (we all in debt)
one day, we gon’ sleep and we all’ll rest (all’ll rest)
energy is energy, it all connect (mm)
i’ma tell you what’s due with all respect, ghost
[outro: poet ali]
with ourselves, with our dreams
with our family, with our friends
we’re at war, yet all we search for is peace

- joell ortiz the heatmakerz

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