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letra de black enough - matty rico

[verse 1]
i wasn’t black enough
i never rapped enough
kids hear my lyrics now
i’m not trap enough
all that bullsh-t wrap it up
like what the f-ck you rapping bout
am i acting out?
you spit a verse, hope it punch ‘em like pacquiao
or mayweather, the way i lay it all together
i’m hoping mine’ll punch like ali
you feel the weight better, poetry in motion
had my first taste of rhymes and i was overdosing
sound waves you can feel the breeze hit you from the ocean
music takes a kid away, its been over spoken
i never fall, i’m just roller coasting
the world says i’m black
my parents say i’m rican
first of a new breed
last of the mohicans
robbed of my ident-ty
and every word in speaking
comes from somewhere i don’t understand
but everyday i’m reaching
i never understood race, i’m raceless
just because i fell in love with b-ss don’t mean that i’m basic
there’s something bout a snare and a b-ss kick
that has me writing stories in my notepad, on some young third grade sh-t
i feel it in my soul, a feeling you should know
like when you meet yo girl and you’re just chilling like you’re bros
i hate the sh-t i understand
and love what i don’t know
but it really don’t matter if the rhymes ain’t fatter, ya know

[hook]
the sun rises
in your horizon
what the f-ck you talking bout?
all i see is these dark clouds
the sunrise is
so hypnotizing
the sun’s gotta go down
dark clouds

[verse 2]
uh walk with me in my psyche
p-ssive -ss brown man, cruising in my nikes
never found a place for me
never thought there might be
and every time i spit rhymes
they never sounded like me
talking about my b-tches
stuck in my bravado
trying to fill a void
but what the f-ck do i know?
young cat, tried to make it live for chicago
and moved out to la, but tell me where my mind goes
this new american rap sh-t
with my nappy curls and fat lips
my cousin told me that i act white
cause i don’t say n-gga on my rap sh-t
and i’m f-cking all these women
pimpin in my blood but i never call ‘em b-tches
i’m a walking contradiction
think i’m love struck, but i’m just a player in remission
am i just speaking from my mind?
if you’re looking right at me can you read between my lines?
there’s so many layers
a mamas boy playa
conscious misogynist
rap hating rhyme sayer
a free spirited loner
self aware stoner
new school dropout
with an old school diploma
self conscious swagger
pimp walk staggered
walking on a thin line
n0body falls better

[hook]

[bridge – spoken word]
snow falls
every day in this city
we all stand straight and wide-eyed
with our c-cks in our hands
and our tongues out to the sky
you are busy letting these nights
get the best of what soul you have left
the gr-ss by me is green
i sit on it and it comforts me
i talk to it
i hope you fall into the pavement
times are never rough
your edges are not built
for these streets
meet me or don’t
i was never waiting for you anyway

- matty rico

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