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letra de desperation - kastro & edi

[intro]
all these choices (uh, they got uh)
all these voices (ey)

[verse 1: e.d.i.]
place yourself in my shoes, see what i see
young struggler from the gutter, came up so righteously
1993 i’m the captain of the squad
the way i used to ball they thinkin’ i’m a gift from god
workin’ hard ’til my grave and started to drop with speed
then i had my first seed, dreams started to leave
june 7th, huh, yeah the day i graduated
highly congratulated, but all the colleges playa hated
my potna got lucky drafted to the pro’s
just last week i heard he bought a f-ckin’ rolls
and cash money, fast money, that’s what i’m needin’
still livin’ at my mama housе, and she tweakin’ (mothaf-ckas can’t get a job baby!)
my baby mama shе a b-tch, ho, mothaf-ckin’ trick
started f-ckin’ wit’ my one and only homie ’cause he’s f-ckin’ rich
f-ckin’ suck his d-ck, i hope you choke on it
my potna rick came with his stick and said kick it with this and smoke on it
seemed cool at the time, with all that sh-t on my mind
i need to get high… i-i-i need to get high
feelin’ strange tt ain’t the same in my hood
everybody that see me keep askin’ me “what happened homie, you was suposed to be the top balla”
now i’m sittin’ in the back of my potna lolo smokin’ on water
then [?] came to take [?]
i need a large help and no hope
my daughter don’t even know me and i’m out here sellin’ dope
seen that b-tch in that n-gga, comin’ out, f-ck the show
been a month since i first hit that stick and i can’t quit for sho’
[?] and everything else go blank
a week later wake up ass naked off in the tank
what the f-ck happened? what the h-ll did i do?
why the f-ck am i scared and how the h-ll i get here?
i had no choice!
[chorus]
(all these choices)
(uh, i had no choice) uh, i had no choice it was that n-gga in my head
(all these voices)
tellin’ me you’s a b-tch if you don’t keep yo’ family fed and listen
i had no voice (all these choices) i’m just another from the street
unable to beat and temper defeat, peep, retreat
i had no choice (all these voices) it was that n-gga in my head
tellin’ me you’s a b-tch if you don’t keep yo’ family fed mama
i had no voice
(all these choices) i’m just another from the street
unable to beat and temper defeat, peep, retreat
(hearin’ voices)

[verse 2: kastro]
my life is full of twists and turns, i can’t find a better way
do it the hard way everytime and get burned
some may say by now my ass should’ve learned
they think i’m goin’ now, but it ain’t they concearn
don’t want me hangin’ with these crooks and these creeps
yeah, these streets is very dangerous, but my family gotta eat
i was alone, every time, my ass was in need
n0body owe him, lord please lend a hand to me
yeah, my life is full of ups and downs, when i’m up on my luck
what the f-ck, i’m right back and down now
they should’ve asked me before they screwed
yeah, sometimes i’m happy, most time i’m confused
yeah, am i here to win, or here to f-ckin’ lose?
stupid question, f-ck the guessin’ just turn on the d-mn news
babies born into despair, mommy puffin’ on something big
crack smoke always in the air
and when they cry that dumb b-tch don’t even care
in the dumpster found a dead baby yeah
i can’t lie, sometimes i think i wanna die
but when i think about my children i know that’s a d-mn lie
the streets done taught me how to hustle
from nothin’ to somethin’ i bubble hard with every motherf-ckin’ muscle
and every day is like a motherf-ckin’ struggle
every night of my life i spend it high ready to scuffle
and i’ve been doin’ this for years, yeah
blood, sweat and tears, tell me who should i fear?
[chorus]
(all these choices)
(uh, i had no choice) uh, i had no choice it was that n-gga in my head
(all these voices)
tellin’ me you’s a b-tch if you don’t keep yo’ family fed and listen
i had no voice
(all these choices) i’m just another from the street
unable to beat and temper defeat, peep, retreat
i had no choice
(all these voices)it was that n-gga in my head
tellin’ me you’s a b-tch if you don’t keep yo’ family fed mama
(all these choices) i had no voice i’m just another from the street
unable to beat and temper defeat, peep, retreat
(hearin’ voices)

- kastro edi

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