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letra de venison - jon estrada

[verse 1]
platinum roll behind you like you got your wings
fly motherf-cker fly, cut them strings
you better try motherf-cker try, chase that thing
you got rattling inside that mind like loose change
i know i’ve lived a lifetime of mistakes
2 decades dwarfed by just a couple days
seen sore losers battle tooth and nail to no avail
you could try but it won’t go well
get buck, you’d think i was made venison
getting sick off a taste of your own medicine
pedestrians get thrown, a temper that get grown
i’m destined to keep running a temperature, teacher send me home
need to see my people grow
catalyst for movement, no kundalini student
but i’m fueling offa inner music
straight perusing through the catalog
laser sharp focus no adderall
i ain’t need it after all
get the telephone and let em know i’m peaked
prolly left over smoke eaten
down the hatch, no peeking
damage done to demons
not through preaching
but through reaching into pandora’s box
rip through the sequins or better yet take em all off
take a good long look at what you lost
years of going it alone
turned into a pro
really i’m just glad to have known you in that capacity
blink and another casualty
passively passing off
way too passenger driven
only so much gas in the tank, pr-ne to be too ambitious
would rather solve it without stopping
solace getting naked, f-cked when ain’t no bed to hop in
got good advice but i rarely follow it
horse pill in my hand, it’s hard to swallow it
keep it real like i’m howard beale
knowing all the while prolly couldn’t reach the same mass appeal

[verse 2]
closed off from any sign of being civilized
this is ritual
coming to you live from the pinnacle
wonder what arise in the east
setting like yeast
make it sting like hot grease
always hung up on speech
finally listened to the call
now i’m on beast
used to avoiding the fall
now i’m sitting in front row seats
searching for when it try to unfold me
but i will not crease
long as my will not leashed
i’m tryna keep it, man i will not lease
kickboxing over boom bap beats
i keep it tens toes, even when toe to toe with belief
still aiming further than what i can see, man
tryna get my vision on roger deakins
anything to avoid b-plan
type will you can’t weaken
even when it’s storm season
wading in the deep end
zig-zagging in and out the beacon
trying not to spill my beans
i know the scene often not what it seem
though the sword looking weak when i hear how i speak now
used to hate my voice in recordings, now you hear me i speak out
though scattered thoughts i can guarantee that the readout clear as can be now
till the mind catch up with body and turn senile
imma be hitting every written with a beatdown

[chorus]
guess i better count my breaths
never know how much time you got left
told me i should watch my step
didn’t understand what you meant
now i’m hoping i don’t fall to my death
should prolly get that weight off your chest
cut it too close to the vest
looking like a deer in the headlights
lost your change to eject
guess i better count my breaths
never know how much time you got left
told me i should watch my step
didn’t understand what you meant
now i’m hoping i don’t fall to my death
should prolly get that weight off your chest
cut it too close to the vest
looking like a deer in the headlights
lost your change to eject, bet

- jon estrada

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