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letra de graveyard - kid hartha

[chorus section: kid hartha]

i see nothing but pain around i askem’ what they prayin fo’?
equip myself with thousands of these rounds cuz i ain’t sayin mo’!
your god has never seen the light this feelin like my day to go!
keep thinkin’ i’m playin’ hoe, keep thinkin’ i’m playin’ hoe!

[verse 1: kid hartha]

he fell right down onto his knees and bled from his mouth
speaking in tongues until i used the blade from the barrel of my gun to slice his tongue out
your book is just like this knife, silenced like my guns pow
see it always gotta come to the guns now!
fire up the spirit another one down
shoulda’ read your tarot
from the card of a pharoah
woulda’ seen your sparrow
i don’t care though, inject poisin your marrow
strapped to electric chair bro
i said i ain’t scared for no man that bleed same the same blood
i hold the same grudge you hold but can’t budge
vultures hang overhead mistake us for dead
for takin’ our meds
i stay ready with a verse for takin’ y’all legs like a diabetic
you can’t walk out safe in dialetic
try and let it
you will see the wrath of the following m-ss
upper echelons of a hollowing caste
all engulfed inside a swallowing blast from
from a small backpack in the trash
how many more rat-tat-tats do we have
til’ facts put a tack the past?

[chorus refrain]

[verse 2: kid hartha]

oh yea, this my day to go
up into the cloud where my data go
warp mark 10 you can make it so
your kindom’s up there? let me take you home
i’m just looking for a place to roam
but you wanna put us back into ancient rome
only thing that you did was engrave a stone
and now slaves got brave wanna play the throne
metaphorical combat where my qualm at
no context with no contacts
say no s-x but then around a psalm ain’t the only place
father’s palm at!
you bomb first when i bomb back ima’ k!ll your generation
ima’ whither your seeds with the rhythm of greed
your sons and their grandchildren witem’ will bleed!
not from the vein but the limit of brain
spiritual and metaphysical pain
karma, straight from hartha
created to harm ya, over and over again!
follow you into your next life
how does it feel to be dead twice?
that’s how it feel to be blessed right
no boom boom boom from your chest right?

[chorus refrain]

- kid hartha

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