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letra de down in old san juan - jourden

[intro: spoken]
girl you know you just sittin’ around
paying a business that don’t mind you nothin’
and you just get that nasty feeling in your gut
and then all of a sudden it’s in your back
and it’s creeping its way up your spine
and then it finds its way right at your chest cavity and
then, the next thing you know
it’s just right in the middle of your chest
and it’s just going straight towards your heart

[hook]
slam on the brakes, no more i can’t take it
off of the bus when passing a raven
shy on the cam, baby, shy on the tape
telling [?] to come home and raising the stakes
slam on the brakes, no more i can’t take it
off of the bus when passing a raven
shy on the cam, baby, shy on the tape
we can’t even jog whеn standing in place

[verse]
it’s the standing in place likе a raisin i bake in the sun
it ain’t fun when your son pass away
langston hughes said that i am too a corn of the maize
america’s cream of the crop, though i bask in the shade, [?]
no shade, but we played and delayed at they games
to the cost off our value, now we last in the place
where they ate from the pain ’cause they belly full with chains
[?] with false pride from the narratives of the white man’s fallacy
call a spade that, a spade we flipped chains for barack
then got trumped by the trumpet of the white man’s sonata
i’m calling out imposters with soup for the soul
take a seat if you black, have a bowl if you bold
i’m not cold to the touch, i’m just cold with the raps
and exacto with the knife, i’m cutting straight to the fact
i’m just cold with the demeanor, i don’t mean to k!ll the hype
but i’m coming if you want me if you need me in your life
don’t know, trip bro it’s tight, it’s just my sound, take a byte
book this trip, catch this flight, hit the splits b-tch
i might light this b-tch up on sight, a full riot on sight
think i’m lying invite me [?] the neighbor’s scream on your tv screen
down lemme live and tell a [?] and the white man in the kkk
[?] [?], huey p, you know i gotta move milli’ weekly
we be pulling up and barely [?], been a health critic since i beaked in school
was on 59th and 10th street, when i was temp-dad to give him more me
i mean tempted to give him more heat, i been blacking out on friday to feel more me
trying not to drown in my soul like jason voorhees
[sample]
[?] a mer de si de hable ha
hace mucho tiempo quien hacer
bien bien, se fue bien
bien bien, se fue bien

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