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letra de i cry - likwuid

[verse 1]
do you know what’s soon to come in way before it happen?
staring out the window in the back stuck in traffic
thinking about our younger days when dough was so much madness
my mother stumbling again on drugs, searching for matches
the pain is graphic, no one cares and nothing really mattered
is how i felt when i was young in love, i couldn’t capture…
or fathom so much sadness, i could wrestle many [?]s on the edge
on a regular basis and loosing traction
with the weight of the world on your shoulders will turn you savage
growing up i know some y’all sticking with the caption
i ride for my people, revolutionary tactics
i cry for my peoples ‘cause at time it’s getting drastic
yo, economy collapsing ‘cause the gritty want it all
what you think the people gonna do with backs against the wall?
it’s the new babylon and once again, it’s gonna fall
just doing what i love and in return i put it out for y’all
so feel me, love me, hear me or doubt me, it doesn’t matter, not concerned at all
[verse 2: likwuid]
desolate lands, youth’s plagued with starvation
we walk around free but our minds on plantations
mother earth bleeding, no vegetation
viacom got the young queens gyrating
uncut got the young kings m-st-rbating
thinking that’s what’s up, little buddy, i ain’t hating
but i can’t front, i can’t say that i’m relating
supposed to be grown men and why we incubating?
got us in the rat race, using class gender and race
separating god’s children through hate
priorities confused, no [?]
they all need an enema, leaders and they [?]
i know you [?], lying in mi casa
this ain’t your lane, you stole it from my forefathers
i can’t stomach this b-ttocks, feds in the public
but two tears in a bucket, f-ck it, you gotta love it
what i’m gonna do besides spit these hymns, huh?
our past is the future and it’s happening again, i cry

[verse 3]
this [?] deep in the gutter, heard by h-ll’s angels
amazing resurrection, maintain from all angles
memorex hoodlum, lost my cuz to gang-banging
glocks to my head they pointing, but they ain’t famous
cried too many times, n0body heard ‘cause they all faking
please don’t mistake me for bullsh-t, i slap satan
these cries heard loud in the city, above the skyscr-pers
brenda had a baby on my block, n0body saved me
concrete jungle, he rose hard, insane crazy forethought
alleys, the fam hungry, they need paper
bodies in the desert, they regularly
shame faces pain in his brain he blow fuse is released
angry hungry beast crying for food stamps
and gets stable, he rock the throwback
he see light with no labor when it pops
cell open, he cried out, a revelation, cried so much i guess now he levitating
[verse 4]
price tags waving and dancing in the winds
running away from barcoded dreams
mine are free
sold on the shelves of bunkers after i fought my internal war and listened
my heart is my future
so feature me at your next event
i might get people thinking about something other than myself

- likwuid

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