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letra de all of me - lunatic (usa)

i got dreams and goals, but will i ever see it?
things to be told, but will they ever hear it?
expecting disappointment when they react to it
people don’t like it when you adding all the facts to it
i know a couple n-ggas, that get defensive quick
its just them, but i hear it as a little b-tch
have you ever told the truth, while you claiming you real a sh-t?
walk up in the booth and spit on things that ain’t it
see that’s common now a days, people fake in every way
and if i ever lose a n-gga all i do is say okay, okay?
i got a team i loved representing
surprises popping, like revealing of a christmas present
and lmt been dead if you asked the question
the lost mentally team, well there be a resurrection
confused n-ggas with a lot of f-ckin misdirection
big mansions, but living close to the 8th section
section 8 is what i’m seeing now
i told my n-gga that he changed and he asked how?
i mean you never see your own problems only others
don’t put excuses just cause you see it from your own mother
i got a couple close friends i’ll consider fake
cause when that altercation happen sh-t got out of place
and that’s how you tell the real from the fake ones
offered to stab a n-gga, when they claim brothers, nah straight up we ain’t some

they say it’s where you at, not where you from
but i’ll never represent where i’m at without stating where i’m from

owl, that’s what my life been like
walking with my eyes closed, cause i never seen light
they ask how you been? i be like, i been ight
and every time my mom brings up my father it’s a big fight
my grandma got murdered, i lost my best friend
he ain’t dead, he just ain’t been the same since
cause when we talk, their really ain’t a conversation
its like our relationship is being held by cricket satellites
a f-ckin dropped called, even in plain site
plain site, sad sh-t cause it ain’t right
and cause you put a nice ring on it, don’t mean its their for life
yeah, ugh i miss my uncle wondering how he doing in prison
i guess its normal when half your life that’s the way you living
hours spent looking but no food up in the kitchen
it’s life and it’s up to you, too make it difference
life, living in f-cked up eldritch conditions
is it a venting moment? or is it just me b-tchin’
i give you all of me, never in pieces
and whenever i die, burn me straight into pieces

- lunatic usa

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