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letra de holiday - kxng crooked & joell ortiz

[verse 1: kxng crooked]
every lyric is real soon as the vinyl plays
i fill ’em with wisdom like it’s a bible page
sometimes i feel like we in the final days
i stream till it’s over, i’m on my tidal wave
i live all year like it’s the summertime
’cause even in rain, i know the sun’ll shine
when the sky turns gray, f-ck it, i’m colorblind
white-t’s and some j’s, you know them number nines
i grew up in a block war, over that money in your sock drawer bullets flying at mach 4
some went to the army, some wеnt to job core
some saw opportunity as a locked door
i opеned that b-tch with a pair of keys
found a moncler coat and that b-tch in a pair of skis
started sliding on the beats like a slope with apparent ease
and the flow was so cold when i spoke the air would freeze
then i brought the dinner home and told the crew we could eat it
like the last supper painting except judas deleted
how a poor kid do it with music, who would believe it?
guess it’s true, if you view it in your mind you could receive it
i’m a long way from a section 8 apartment
belly aching, starving, food stamps barely pay for margin
i’m guilty of being solid, never shake the charges
y’all should know the man before you celebrate the artist
elevate your heart a little bit and get some exercise
our health used to be solid as a rock, now we petrified
stop ordering extra fries, legs and thighs
as i got older in hip hop, i had to recognize
r. i. p. mr. c, hope you up in heaven skies
yeah, r. i. p. rico wade, your name never die
put this in the envelope and send it to the a
sometimes i gotta bump joell to get me through the day
[verse 2: joell ortiz]
some days i used to hop over puddles, some days i make a splash
on my way to the store to spend all my staple cash
pass a note, they put mom’s cigarettes in a paper bag
stuff ’em in the bottom real fast, ain’t tryna raise no flags
being poor used to make me mad
especially since my homie mom’s had a good job, man, all them games he had
tyson, tecmo and contra, i want to play so bad
but even they had they problems, you can’t escape the wrath dwelling where they dump drugs, dumb thugs is dangerous chinese food, liquor store, pharmacy, they played us
good credit’s unheard of, but medicaid is famous
crazy, a couple blocks over, them people made it
i guess that we drew a bad straw
and god let a couple of us in through the trap door
i used to fantasize being one of them families with everything that they asked for
instead, i’m a stealer, ducking 12, terry bradshaw
but why the long face? it ain’t land on my lap, but this a long race
they might’ve got the head start, but keep a calm pace
the finish line is imaginary, the journey is everything, tie a strong lace
for everybody with a dream, let that bubble keep growing
all you gotta do is believe in that something, keep going
that hunger made me appreciate the harvest
the harvest helped me keep my people from starving

- kxng crooked joell ortiz

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