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letra de we - jory

[verse 1]
struggle to find my own meaning or footing in culture
rubble make way for the vultures
what could i do ain’t annoying?
propose a poignant appointing
i’m joining a genre of gliding and glitter
i can’t a’ppropriate filter or substance but flower will wilt in this sultry
poultry is calling, but chickens is running
turn to the mac to be hungry, but i ain’t been sleeping on boats:
so how is it right that i speak of the ways i’ve been choked?
morose
fence gate broke
k!llin the scarecrow
let the darkness get close
i pen all my hopes
took a few seeds
give ’em right back if you asking with please
i cannot emulate st–z
without creation, i’m nothing but little boy needs
no heights to reach with arms
you took my hands
it’s fine, i probably failed to under stand
i’ll just admire from under the stands
it wasn’t a fetishized plan to meet demands it’s just this plant in garden cultivated
ways can’t be replicated
so i hope no heinous reaches ears, my greatest fear is disrespecting what you love
praying for forgiveness, onesimus above
[refrain]
is the best that i can do, not rap about money or guns?
is the best that i can do, not rap about money or guns?

[chorus]
what could i do? what could i do?
to not just worsen this mess
what could i do? what could i do?
f-ck what my ego protects
what could i do? what could i do?
but spread the history
far from in mystery
misery bleeding vitruvian symmetry
blurry identity

[verse 2]
maybe it ain’t about me but the scene on the screen has a sheen or a gleam of the crimson and pink
may i speak for the people we reach, but so seldom teach of, other than how they beneath us
gon grit my t–th but now i must wreak a great havoc
opposing this traffic congestion the tragic– at lights, we drive past it
their asking ain’t magic
it’s merely protection from rabid attacking
their (they’re) asking “land back”ing with cardboard not plastic
you’d rather run starboard, that’s drastic
lookin to jack as he flippin’ the boat
the depth of the rope to the gallows been tied by davy jones
makeup get close, mulatto gon’ wash off
grande a toss-off of industry
perpetuate symmetry
these is the dimmest of fallacies
[chorus]
what could i do? what could i do?
to not just worsen this mess
what could i do? what could i do?
f-ck what my ego protects
what could i do? what could i do?
but spread the history
far from in mystery
misery bleeding vitruvian symmetry
blurry identity

[verse 3]
is this my guilt that has spilled onto soil?
it ain’t your problem, not like i’m royal
this is my self-care boil in foyer
need more okoye that gon be brutal with truth
compassion is needed, instill in our youth not just tooth for vermouth
who?
no longer waiting to speak
until matter accrues
though a white jew
i got something propose to pews
it’s about food, the freedom to feed
it’s in the water, healthcare, the blood of what what we all need
there’s no denial of history, why your side did secceed
though, not succeed because of your hatred depletes and desire for capital, root of defeat
you know adam, working the dirt like way better than us
the smudge on the brow, pleasin a god, but they ain’t seen enough plus
make a new trust if you care. it’s time to repair or rebel
do what you will if you dare
it’s a fate we all share
moral ain’t tortoise and haire
let’s lend some rest to a nappier hair
chorus outro

what can we do? what can we do?
to not just worsen this mess?
spread the whole history of trauma and stress
and eugenic like tests
what can we do? what can we do?
possible problems made less
adorn a cold head
with wooliest spread
heat up their soul, from their knees to their legs
and don’t take you guilt and anger
and turn to descent

- jory

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