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letra de mass temple - mhz legacy

[intro: copywrite]
to whom this may or may not concern, we’re here
fashionably late by only fourteen years
been beat up, stayed upbeat through ungodly amounts of hate
took a while to drop the fat ish—sorry about the weight/wait
meanwhile, we lost a brother, i lost a father, lost a mother
almost lost my mind, checked the lost and found, didn’t see it, and bought another
it was never my choice to live my life in the public. if you don’t like it
you can shove it, but you don’t like it, you love it
tage, jakki, rjd2, camu tao (rest in peace), myself
sincerely yours, thе megahertz

[verse 1: copywrite]
uh!
i wrote this in thе same notebook my grandma wrote
her obituary on, the whole dictionary con rip
rest in pieces, i’m blessed in jesus, so even
when i’m dead next, i’m leaving to be with the rest of the heathens
saved by grace, not by anything we did
we did anything to live, crush a mini thin and sniff
looking back, it’s hard to believe that was even me
starving emcee with my heart on my sleeve, watch him bleed for free
it’s like i’m a million-and-seven steps away, blackout drunk
told cops i was going to heaven’s steps to pray
it’s been too much, still have nerve damage from the cuffs
to sum it up, feels like i was arrested yesterday, uh!
lord, i’m trying to zoom in, but all the lying i’m doing
all the time is occupying the moving. forgive me
for my sins. i ain’t thank you enough for your son
whose ankles were cut for everything that’s corrupt
[chorus: steve]
father, the sun can’t burn no hotter
if it wanted to
so i will burn for you

[verse 2: tage future]
the last deep leap halfway k!lled me, i’m three feet deep
while the answers play on repeat in my sleep
all of my dreams said, “would i climb up the hill after?”
the higher you get, the lower the wind chill factor
your armor all ch-nked up, but can you heal after?
losing yourself? that’s that achilles’ heel fracture
so i’ll make my makeup, my ankle tape up
at times, the tape didn’t save. i modified my behavior
misjudged obligation, luckily had occupational
accidental father-making off a condom breaking
duck-and-dodged a few trials, crooked cops run wild
my profile is always in style
i expect to win. “to not try is far worse than
to fail in that”—telling that to my unborn child
took a couple dips in the swamp and came out pristine
through the evidence of things unseen

[chorus: steve]
i pull my hands up to my temple
see the tabernacle
when i close my eyes
father, the sun can’t get no hotter
[chorus: steve]
father, the sun can’t burn no brighter
father, the sun can’t burn no brighter

- mhz legacy

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