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letra de droppin' lines - matre

[hook]
there’s a line between people, we draw it with our mind
i got my own body and my own thoughts inside
a whole galaxy’s going off in here
a voice talks non-stop, no one else can here
stand behind the line, i only get more scared
cause now i locked myself in with my only real fear
many lines for many reasons but they seem to disappear
when we do some deep speaking and reality’s shared

[verse 1]
yep
yesterday a friend that i had recently met
saw the line and took a step so we could deeper connect
as i was leaving this event we had both been at
we walked slowly as he told me without holding back
that he wondered how i was feeling as he noticed that
i was white and everyone one else who rolled was black
and would i trip or feel intimidated if the topic escalated
to a conversation ‘bout our racist past?
i was struck, but immediately appreciated what he asked
we stopped walking, locked eyes
i answered “yeah”
probably not intimidated though uncomfortable
but that’s just more of a reason that i need to show up
‘cause so much of the time it’s k!lling me in mind
inequality is a disease and it drives me crazy when it stays inside
and at that moment, my universe tilted
maybe just an inch but enough that i could feel it
and i guess his moved just a little bit too
‘cause all of a sudden there was an opening we could see each other through
a couple hours had gone by since we’d arrived
but just then, our spirit’s had their first chance to say hi
almost laughing, he smiled, said, “i know what you mean”
i hear you, but i feel like i’m listening to me
he pointed at his temple, put his hands behind his back like he was handcuffed
and said, “i’ve had enough of this mind trap…
i wanta’ be free, d-mn i’ve been trippin’ out,”
i heard him speak and felt like it was me that was talking now
i nodded to tell him, he took the words right out my mouth
“think we’re neighbors in the same prison, how we gettin’ out?”
and there on that street, i wonder how it appeared
two men staring at flip sides of the same mirror
but that mirror was merely air and that air was barely there
gave a pound, and said, “let’s keep talking brother take care.”

[hook]

[verse 2]
beat produced by my man marechal (hey)
keep you loose with my man jericho j
peep the truth as a family we won’t stray
universal 1 came to usher in a new day
check the scratch with my big brother chaps (hey)
‘round the map, brazil to canada to l.a
drop the lines, talk and find we share the same pain
boom bap rap, old medicine for new change

[hook]

- matre

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