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letra de take a moment freestyle (throwaway) - kyu (fka tokio)

[hook] (4x)
take a moment
reflect, reflect
got stress and blood
on my check, my check

[verse]
long $10.30
hot -ss day, need a colt, pour 40
fillin’ up with worry
that my words come slurry
my story come from hurried up teens, just some shorties
really had a baby
ridin’ in a civic, but they treat it as a bently
words come gently, house so deadly
taught me keep your kinfolks close and don’t cheat on a lady
but don’t let your feelings out, what’s that about?
something that my daddy always preach about
drink away your problems, smoke it out, but never figure out
“crying ’bout a girl? motherf-cker, stop the pouting, always shouting.”
never try to comfort or come for the yelling of the gouging eyes
through my wide traumatized eyes, i’ve seen the lives of kids, husbands and wives
inst-tutionalized and brutalized
and their demise, and i despise but i love the streets from which i come from
my heart burn from a thunderstorm of many forms
i’m coming from a standpoint of a lost little kid
ritalin and anti-depressants, what i have meddled in
while i nippled on my fingers, the only thing that has lingered
a tinker of the disrespect can get you hit with the tec
that’s as simple as it gets if you wanna go and risk
prison for them is as similar to slap on the wrist
band on the wrist if you going through the arrest
under goverment eye, never getting a rest
tryna take off all of the pressure from this life longing test
sinking in depths you ain’t ever feel
poppin’ a seal, for a small deal of temporary relief
but i believe that sh-t is bleak
and turns you weak and within some weeks that is all you seem to seek
it gets me beat to see how many peeps i done lost to the streets
it’s a cold, murderous sweep
and mostly i sleep with dreams of heat pointed directly to me
my enemy right behind of the trigger
my body liquor
smoking out like a swisher
contort your image like twister
scratch you off of the body like blisters, uh
god bless my sister
godd-mn, i miss her
i’ll f-cking k!ll anybody who try to break her
or take her out of the happiness that she’s acquired
i need a choir to sing me songs of redemption
i’m sick of the section with my ambition
i’m fillin’ up in the kitchen
and making cuts, no incision
my vision is a beautiful, rich living life
with a hundred and trilli’, the mission

[outro] (schoolboy q interview]
i kept crashing, kept crashing, my whole life i been crashing

- kyu fka tokio

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