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letra de grievance - john ibe

[verse 1: john ibe]
no more commas in a sentence
flags for independence, no impediments
said every day is an allegiance, i’m a catholic
sit up in the church they call it tragic
i been leeching for some freedom
where is jesus when i need him

speed dial, triple six i mean triple three
i be having calls on collect i don’t get the fee
no jigsaw, puzzles on that u-haul
finna blow up you all
money in the sky god better let it free fall
looking up to presence and i never gave presents
cause my presence wasn’t pleasant
to the victim to the vengeance so i put it in a sentence
never needed no permission i just go and get my vision
i-i- i twenty forty i’m a pirate with a pigeon boy
i been about my digits so my wallet looking vivid
dash orders f-ck h-ll he might’ve been a midget
letter to your soul man this record is a gimmick
okay that money make em color blind
running every stop sign
havoc in the city so my soldiers on a hot line
yeah i’m about to get my run on, sprinting with adrenaline
my sentences are marathons it’s practice to a veteran
balling with a letter man my suite is like a president
my dialogue is carrot so is gold in my precedent
yeah i’m a resident it’s evil where i live
we been searching for some hope
now here’s a sermon for the kids

[verse 2: john ibe]
got a little fame, never going back
wrestle with a ball, [?] with a bat
f-ck any n-gga who doubting accomplishments
agnes i miss you i’m straight on some conscious sh-t
i got a feeling i’m next out the city
cause my dedication is over committed
this is a jeopardy rolling the dice
but i’m giving it all then i leave it to christ
sorry jehovah i know that i’m sinning
i’m sitting, i’m thinking, i plot for a million
i wanna check an abundance of trillions
so i can make statements in all the pavilion
buildings on buildings on buildings
boy i supply for civilians
me and a silent we making a k!lling
mamma would tell me to look in the mirror
then f-ck an opinion just get to the ceiling
boy you gon’ get it and don’t let a barrier come in the way
get to the pay, follow instructions and do what it takes
heavens sake i want a seventh lake up in heaven’s gates
i’m in a greater state no real estate
just a proclamation for my cancer patient
i been in the field you n-ggas steady fake
and i’m gone

- john ibe

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