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letra de dreams - marqus turner

[verse: marqus turner]

life is kinda hard being the unknown king
when n0body knows that rap is really your thing
and it stings my mentality shows unknown realties
of my authenticy and shows some actuality
saw my uncle k!lled on the strip seen the blood drip
on the hospital bed, i think i’ll try to rap instead
but i, think it’s my time now trynna write a rhyme but how
my brains in handcuffs and i always got my head down
while i got my hands up i’m screaming don’t shoot
spitting in my face while they stomp me with combat boots
know my mom dukes don’t wanna see me k!lled in the street
black man in jail that’s a stereo- that i’m trynna beat
got my words flowing like a flood flowing down the street
words playing connect the dots but can you understand me
now i gotta be my own man gotta take my unknown stand
my beats is on the right words on the left i need a middle man
khris middleton how’ve ya been haven seen you since don’t know when, tell big cousin #20 take me out the lion’s den
cuz i have been patiently waiting while i’m rhyming i’m escaping
the harsh realties and to me its just getting basic

[verse 2]

but the unknown part really keeps me in the dark
never knowing when my career will start, yeah
don’t strike this itty bitty fire cuz i can really cause more than a spark
and i only spit bars for my unknown familiar
drop 51 points like i’m damian lillard
my mouth is my witness, my words are the judge
my flow is my lawyear, my mind is the k!ller
sit back while i just let the bass kick in
spitting my childish flows cuz you already know
unknown’s -bout to make a k!lling always pray for the living
thank the man upstairs that i’m living
let my mentality guide the reality and only let my soul do the thrilling
only spitting these simple bars cuz i’m giving gifts that i was only given, but how can beggars be choosers when the choosers
always make the choice to always keep giving
never out of juice i’m always driven
always writing rhymes like the beat was kipping
only speak the truth if you really lived it
cuz i’m contemplating if your bars is written
if one ride we all ride unknown is in his-
n-ggas don’t even got a record deal
how you not g-y but you dye your dreads teal
you speak the real and i speak the truth with confidence
now imma let you just think on that, while i smoke on my kush
and read my corinthians

- marqus turner

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