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letra de 2012 anthem - kenson (formerly emmo the kid)

[verse 1]
i wanted to be chose. induct her with a rose
you know the position you’re on requires h-lla ebb and flow
you’re trying to pimp the game. you’re trying to benzo switch your lane
ferrari enzo dreams followed by the police, ode to sting
wishing for anything more than what you entered with
living for the moment probably would be to your benefit
but we don’t want to fall now. no-one wants to have the slightest slip
vacation’s got to be a timely trip. only advice is this
son don’t lose yourself in a world that brings you down
and never let them fall if those tears belong to clowns
let them drown. rest in peace son of a b’s
and ponder what could have been out of moments i couldn’t leave
i’ll die young soon as i’ve got way too full a plate to eat
“choke on those detrimental words you shall.”
burn yoda til my speech patterns start to blur
macarthur blvd to east one third, n-gga i’ve been everywhere
you’re scared to learn the ins and outs, don’t recognize how real a life
i lead and roam the places that i’m seldom seen
however long i’ve got til they catch up to me
the infamous nature of fame, falling out of grace, n-ggas change
if my phone does ring and at this point i’m seeing double
then double over and yuke it up for everything it’s worth
i’m talking dollars upon dollars, models, the whole package
with a catalog to match it. what’s that money about?
n-gga, not a d-mn thing
n-ggas take that overstated, underwhelming, funny route
leave it off the grid, see what you’re really about
master of the unknown, two et’s in one home
fist prepared to unload just in case them guns drawn
i stay out of situations that could be the end of me
still got the remedy. a blunt to burn and h-lla hennessy
eventually the words you say won’t mean as much as what you do
or stories told by people that you knew. (or thought you knew)

[verse 2]
it’s a long road and tough times on the grind
like a bird with it’s wings clipped, got flying on my mind
remember my granny’s funeral, trying not to cry
but d-mn when we got home i broke down, i couldn’t hold it in
look. days of struggle. i’m somewhere on the bubble
of c-cky and more humble it has brought me much trouble
can i live? can i just believe for now that it’ll get better?
man i was destined for this
like b. knowles and kelly. bed of roses ready
they start choosing up like we’re going steady
now it’s going belly up, the money ain’t right
because you could spend a fortune up long as that money ain’t mine
earning my keep like ashes of a past wife
dying so young, attraction to a fast life
only one, before you leave make sure that that’s right
loaded guns, hope they don’t take me while i have time

[verse 3]
hold up. load up the blunts
you know me bruh i f-ck with sativa and indica
i feel like i’m about to float away
i’m h-lla high leaning sideways. country n-gga spitting from the bay
gas like garrett morgan’s mask, it’s a cl-ssic
that’s the man invented it and plus one for the black kids
plus one for the white kids, plus one for the mexicans
plus one for the g-y kids, we all gotta make it
in this mother f-cker. so start by loving one another
don’t want the kid my n-gga? grab a rubber
it ain’t hard. what’s hard is finding a job
what’s hard is walking through east oakland and not getting robbed
i mean… these n-ggas ain’t paying me no way
so f-ck the world i swear man i’mma make my own lane
i breath it in, i take this pen, i spit this cocaine
dro running through my whole brain
the strong stand baby

- kenson formerly emmo the kid

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