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letra de hold you down - manage

[verse 1: manage]
there’s no love, chaos is the place that we’re heading from
times are harder than the concrete we treading on
you feel my pain, i’m maintaining till my seconds gone
watching my words turn to flames like a letter bomb
we keep stepping strong, marching through the darkness
they watch you rise, then -n-lyze you as a target
i can’t see my future as painful as my past is
there’s no rest until the enemy’s in caskets
no preacher bars fam i speak my mind
i’m trying to teach the blind, before the peace declines
some kids they get trapped inside the street’s design
we’re each [divined?] time to read between the lines
redefine the signs that we’re leaving behind
men are heartless, and the answer’s what we need to find
when i’m facing darkness you best believe i shine
go to war with the enemy the streets is mine

[hook: manage]
the streets are filled with dark corners to hide in
when most men are grinding, fighting or surviving
we keep shining writing on the blank page
don’t let your plans fade, your future is hand made
the world is ours but we battle for a piece of it
if your bars are saying nothing then you need to quit
keep your head above water, try not to drown
the road is long when your troubles hold you down

[verse 2: skirmish]
the south east of london yeah i’m from a place
where we’ve adopted traits of ungodly ways
i’ve lost my faith and i’ve got a job i hate
i contemplate whether or not to rob the safe
bringing to life visions which exist in the mind
i see my own ghost floating over fl!ckering lights
taking life for granted always wishing that i
can change the outlook of the globe in a blink of an eye
we’re dying to live when we’re living to die
and never having enough has made me bitter inside
living in the big smoke has blackened my lungs
dark skies, either sharp knives or handling guns
young teens with crushed dreams becoming drug fiends
to outsiders that life of london’s unseen
the hearts of men have grown cold and there’s no hope
when innocent lives are lost over post codes

[hook]

[verse 3, part 1: manage]
we’re held down in [our?] time, the mankind design
they’re rewiring the mind to keep us moving in line
see the fighting decline, the power in its prime
i’m street level with the grime, telling my mans to climb
the devil’s playground, money s-x and drugs
bent coppers and thugs the streets are stained with blood
i’m trying to live a life, it’s like my veins are cut
there ain’t no way out of the maze cuz in this place we’re stuck

[verse 3, part 2: skirmish]
i’m holding on tight to close friends and family
they keep me focused when the world tests my sanity
wanna forget reality, and enter fantasy
cuz everything in life always ends in tragedy
used to breathing fumes in these polluted streets
and all their gun talk’s nothing but shoot the breeze
kids carry weapons only for bad intentions
life’s like a movie without the happy endings

- manage

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