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letra de devine // drifter // drifting - kig v2

{devine}

[intro]
it’s like i feel divided
demons inside of me, robbing me blinded
together, divine

[verse 1]
i
if i
what if i
told you i had a couple secrets?
what if i told that n0body, n0body, knew me through and through
what if i told you only god?
only a god
could give you a peak inside my skull
without slamming revolving door
third eye, i wore…until the other two dulled
i, hope you know i didn’t choose apostasy
a, ladder from the power, doubt they’ll p-ss to me, directly
but please hold the fatwas, let me babble my fratta
cuz maybe the daily engravings you saddled have round bout nada
to do with the power, the power, oh, the power, they
always obsessed with gains in life
always bigger, within limit, like days of christ
and not a f-cking thing gonna change in life
so why in the f-ck would i change my life?
we live in a society where looking out for others may well maim your life
why bother advancing? f-ck the vanguard, stay the same for life

[chorus]
yeah man, evil is the sh-t, let’s stay the same for life
you’ll make evil your b-tch, just stay the same for life
it’ll grant your every wish, would never, never take advantage
just hope that you don’t end up in ditch, or staying maybe life

[verse 2]
it
should it
why should it
hm?
why should it take an upheaval, to see all, we are equal?
why does n0body understand at fetal, none are evil?
to feel sh-t, i’m eager, but the numbness of this culture sure running deeper
why bother care about the weak, who gives a sh-t?
why bother care where money be, who gives a sh-t?
why question any trinity, who gives a sh-t?
until it effects you, suddenly, detect you give a sh-t
deject until i spit
intent on teaching bliss
precepts got people bit
on hooks dissecting jit
on books, protecting sh-t
written by inept human beings
with bias in how they selected their teachings
it’s why i’ve always latex’d my s-m-n
i have enough trouble protecting myself from the bullsh-t
causing trouble when i want to elect myself for this bullsh-t
aghaha
but who the f-ck else gonna do it?
who else sees the problems, the problems
who else is gonna lead us through it?
i don’t want to, i’ll do it
if no one else will rise our ruins
in the tongue of man i’m fluent
so i was just suggesting someone with a potential for credentials
ah…

{drifter}

[[no-o-o, where…is where i’m from]]
[[is where i’m from,]]
[[is where i’m fro-0-o-o-o-0–]]
(i’ve got black, in my voots!)

[verse 1]
i hope you know, every night, i
imagine this cage i’m in
like if i could tear, color right off out of our skin
i would
right out of my eyes, leave behind the lives
of people in my family tree, who’s dates i’m examining
on the head of their gravestones, because their vessels are gone
because they’re f-cking dead, and not coming back
they’ll be rebirthed as another poor sucker to find little love on the top of the surface he’s hopped on, he’s worthless unless he’s f-cking profitable
what if our opinions were neutral of people we just met?
demeaning wasting our breathe, so the rich can indict rules of feudalism
and white people, it’s the truest ism, that those found in power too often abuse it
so let’s at least–hm–try and not f-cking abuse it, uh-huh
and i have a lot of secrets i do, but one of my least favorite
is to inmate my think ways in order for famous
that race and religion and politics list as threatening topics
and if i want show vision, seem modest, and rake in profits
i have, to, shut the f-ck up, mm
toss ring, when zip my lips up-up
how are we supposed to fix things if we don’t one-one this sh-t up?
it’s dumb-dumb, this sh-t, that it should take any l!cks
between any groups of people who just want to live
who have good intentions
and brothers of purest evil
forgot to mention that vices run free into their person, believe it you
have a few of your own, you should check yourself, cousin
if you think i’m exempt, i wasn’t, i’m not, i won’t be, not now, not ever, not once
admittedly, i have problems with loyalty, p-ssion, ego, understanding
on myself and those i love, i can be kind of demanding
i’m impulsive, like once i was writing a rap and almost actually admitted some sh-t, ha ha ha, (almost)
and to distract, threw in the chorus again

[verse 2]
i, love, hip-hop to death, man this sh-t saved my life
cuz when i almost met, my self-induced end, for like the sixth time
i paused…
realized the bars i write have the potential to change things
maybe not as much as i like, but enough to suspend my own weight i bring
the damage to my environment, from all of this meat i eat
and the miles i drive, to many people, i lie
from the greet, i am lie
can’t i just try true?
maybe i’ve learned unless your sermon is best to preach to the preached
you should maybe keep it to yourself, and in time due
i could learn how to see things how others, they view things
in my royal lifeboat, lighting off these maroons
sheets maroon, tried to birth some new sh-t
days, days, always on that blue sh-t
tried imagining their lives identical
but how can i relate when i don’t have an ident-ty?
through traverses, i travailed, eyes of others, in enmity
tried be social through a focal; relationship status: enmeshment
i tried rationalizing entrenchment
but i never had a hometown, or core rapport–‘sides mom or dave, for them i’m blessed!
at the end of the day, though, believe me, everybody’s the same
for good or for worse
my words are getting terse
cuz though a homie’s name i may just blurt, ‘n though that one friend, i’ve missed her
hard have brothers or sisters, when whole life, i’ve been that drifter
drifter…

{drifting}

[intro]
(substance abuse!) (shh)
this is…this might literally be
(substance abuse…)
a fifteen minute song, so like
you know, thank you for listening this far, but
you don’t have to be
you know, mr. true fan
listen all the way through
you can skip to the next song
ah, get it? ahh…?
((mama, come and look what god made…))

[verse 1]
wake up, erupt
make it ugly, find some beauty
tell your kids, they’re already mine
lone travel, giving back mine
long after it’s over, before it begun
uncovering more of what always had been there
chill drive home, point out the obvious
this song…

[bridge 1]
“hahaha…hey man? you know what they call that last line?
‘meta!’
it’s like…you referenced the fact that this is a song, but like, on the song
hahaha!
that’s pretty crazy, man!”

[verse 2]
we don’t want problems
i mean, i
i don’t want problems
don’t give me more problems
let me just be smaller
i won’t take your offer, no
i’ll just sit till i’m smaller, and smaller, and smaller
my life will be perfect
and won’t have any problems
my life isn’t worth it
yes it is, just urgently shake ‘em problems-s-s
shake off ‘em problems-s-s
shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
me, girl adjacent, maybe wake ‘n bake it
crazy s-xed up mess, on camera saved it
so later i’ll, recreate the
feeling made, one, second i thought
“d-mn i’m gonna, marry this broad
she makes me feel good, she makes me feel loved…”
and then i remember it’s infatuation…
i know thanks to subconscious, the situation dumb
we’re just two rubbing tonsils, just waiting for lull
to choke our paths dry, of this path i have hunch
long after it’s over, before it begun
it always, it always had been there
chill drive home, oh look, it’s so obvious
it’s this song…

[bridge 2]
“hahaha…dude…d-d-d-dude…that was an effective use of what i like to call:
‘repet-tion!’
it’s like…you repeat something that was pretty much already said, to like, solidify the memory, or something?!
or something…
cuz you know, you hear it a lot? ya know, like earsnakes? hahaha!
oh man, that’s pretty brazy, dude!”
[[12:57, am]]

[verse 3]
i guess i just hate waiting for what i know may happen but in reality is guaranteed by nothing
my life
my life is on the edge of cliff
i’m just waiting to be saved, or to fall down the rift
and all this waiting is sh-t
and all this t–tering
makes it really, really hard to believe in things
too much pressure the one way, you fall off, abyss
too much pressure, the other, a life of bliss for your mother
the first side is 359 degrees
my first life is my past, it is mine, and it’s supplying these–
these
these
it’s supplying these insecurities that are holding me back
but never mind a lime light or ever rolling in cash
i just want my human back
c’mon
give me my future back
i acted out, and now i’m sitting in my room for that
i guess this is what i deserve
for trying
mm
if this is how i live, then i hate to see my dying
i try making promises for myself, i’m trying
but whole, whole, life, they were honestly lying
every second not whining, just dragging themselves up by my hair
i’m thrashing underwater, as i, quote-quote “lag,” they just stare
what a blasted piece of varnish
on their faces
on my faces
on these places
never ’til now, hated
never billed for statement–
hey, that reminds me, you owe me 40 bucks
but, it’s okay
i guess i still love you
i guess
(there was emphasis on “guess” with some of thaaaat
da-da-da-da
repet-tion!
t-tian, t-tian, t-tian!
oh we got some subliminals!
some river lulls!
some filler bulk of silly atolls!
gimmie a hand, gimmie a choke!
aaaaaaaaa-a-ah!)
i have no feelings left
i have no feeling left
but i know what might help
(i just remembered the next song isn’t “next,” god, f-ckin’…who made this f-ckin’ bullsh-t i’m tired of this…)

- kig v2

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