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letra de reaching outer space - kensa

[intro: kensa, soupherb, glenys]
what it’s like to be living the dream?
what it’s like to be living the dream?
what it’s like to be living the dream?
i can’t wait to know how it feels
what it’s like to be living the dream?
what it’s like to be living the dream?
what it’s like to be living the dream?
i can’t wait to know how it feels

[verse 1: soupherb]
made it rain, paid to win, no use to continue playing
pressed reset, wake up again, to lose everything in the morning
still making decisions, real hustlers will accept any offers
take mе closer to a deal or a slot in a gig or a concert
maybе a crib for the fam to grill some steak and lamb
fill the cooler with juice and booze
take your time, there’s so much to choose
all in, left it all to the river to win me the pot
don’t need much cash but enough for making ends meet come to a stop
i’m always broke, not just my wallet but my spirit
i’m only still standing ’cause i have these other gimmicks
we be bricking or be swishing like we’re wearing 24
first to open the door, last to walk out the floor
i really need to catch my breath
i’ve been pushing like a bull to have a life with no regrets
is this living to the fullest? none of this is making sense
how can i enjoy the harvest if there’s nothing to collect?
whoop!
[hook: kensa & soupherb]
what it’s like to be living the dream?
n0body livin’ off the streets, every person gets a meal
no imprisonment to bills, aim as high as you can reach
oh, i wish we all had the same means
what it’s like to be living the dream?
no peasants, no kings, topple down all regimes
justice is imperative to realize true peace
oh, i can’t wait to know how it feels

[verse 2: kensa, glenys]
word up to the fighters in the frontline smashin’ rogue blocks
f-ck the cops!
all these lynchin’ b-st-rds, pay them no trust!
focus on the matter, too many broken dreams they shattered
so go pick up the piano to eliminate that old rust
keep composing, every minute lost is gold crushed
my vocation is choppin’ these beats ’til i find that perfect soul cut
we’re fighting for the children from these ignorant grown-ups
who say the arts is a dead-end dream
but they never dreamed of anything for us to go up!
what is a dream if you don’t got the proper means to attain it?
what is a dream if there’s no repose for the working man in the land where you stay in?
impoverished farmers working much harder
this goes to all the blue-collared
exploited by red tape behind white lies just to blacken out their true colors
i said: ready, set, and go!
rats on a race to the corporate ladder
the pie in the sky is all that matters
everyone’s searchin’ the ultimate answer
they pay us a penny and make us believe that the wishing well is true
so we work for a penny and starve and thirst to death while they bear our fruits
d-mn!
[hook: kensa & soupherb]
what it’s like to be living the dream?
n0body livin’ off the streets, every person gets a meal
no imprisonment to bills, aim as high as you can reach
oh, i wish we all had the same means
what it’s like to be living the dream?
no peasants, no kings, topple down all regimes
justice is imperative to realize true peace
oh, i can’t wait to know how it feels

[bridge: kensa & soupherb & glenys]
what it’s like to be living the dream?
what it’s like to be living the dream?
what it’s like to be living the dream?
i can’t wait to know how it feels
what it’s like to be living the dream?
what it’s like to be living the dream?
what it’s like to be living the dream?
i can’t wait to know how it feels

[verse 3: kensa]
the dream is dead
the dream is dead
yo, the dream is dead!
’cause the reality is…
you couldn’t even pay rent if you ain’t working day and night shifts
working three jobs to sustain a family of six
livin’ the dream is an illusion, only suffering and misery exists
they say that you would reach the top if you were diligent enough
you gotta hustle, be belligerent and tough
then they shame on you if your asking price is vastly high
despite having all the right to do it!
you’re slowly getting more desperate to earn commissions
so you would settle for terrible work conditions
they say money’s in the eye of the beholder
everybody’s underpaid ’cause they don’t know their worth
now work, work it ’til you die
it’s the purpose of life, suck it up until you die
oh, by the way, i heard you haven’t gotten life insurance
wanna buy?
you’ll be under deep sh-t if you don’t, and you die

- kensa

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