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letra de conscience - mad prophet

[verse 1]
picture a young man
roaming streets with a gun in hand
a self proclaimed thug
never really busted a slug
but with intentions to mug
a product of a home with blood stained rugs
father’s an alcoholic
mom’s addicted to drugs
crack baby brother in a crib of bugs
barely breathing through his lungs
the hungry cries at night
the constant fights and ugly sights
too much to bare
the kids were scared
the parents never cared
looking at each other with empty stares
pop’s got a bottle in his hand
he’s on a binge
mom tightens up the band
piercing her vein with a syringe
enough to make her young son cringe
so it’s up to him to put food in the fridge
provide for his family the only way he knows how
another life of tragedy, curtains down
my boy take a bow
either swim or get drowned into this life of struggle
another victim of the system in a concrete jungle

[chorus]
and as the world burns
i learned life is h-ll
living in a world no different from a cell
the pain’s a b-tch
and that’s a matter of fact
so your lanes gotta switch
to get your conscience back

[verse 2]
cuz he ain’t the first and he won’t be the last
to roam these streets with hopes to get cash
so he’s walking down the block
with his gun c-cked
still broke
jumpy from the crack rocks
that he just smoked
somebodies ’bout to get hurt
finally he spots a woman walking home from work
let the night stalking begin
he praying “father forgive me, i’m about to sin”
he knows what he’s doing is wrong
but it’s either this or let the hunger go on
so he picks up the pace
puts his hood up
conceals his f-cking face
the woman stops in front of her door
this was the chance the young man was waiting for
he walks up from behind, whips out his gun
secretly hoping she would realize and run
he’s getting bolder
thinking soon this’ll all be over
but then he cold hand touch his shoulder
his hearts stops
shaking from the shock
he turns around then he points the glock

chorus (2x)

verse 3:
he sees an old man
their eyes lock, staring into his soul
que the bell toll
he speaks in a soft tone
“whats that you have in your hand my son
understand no good can come from guns
you’re a good kid overcome with hate and fear”
the young man drops the gun
bursts into tears
something he hasn’t done in years
“come with me kid, let me make things clear
see that woman’s happy, has a man and a kid that’s only two
but what you don’t know is that she was just like you
lost in a world too sick to view
grew up on the same streets
abusive parents and no food to eat
see we all got our problems and we all gotta face them
and there’s always better methods used to erase them
replace them with things you cherish then embrace them
set goals and chase them
i know you’ll be okay and you know i’m being honest
this sh-t ain’t nonsense
i’m not a man kid, i’m just your conscience.”

[chorus x4]

- mad prophet

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