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letra de live or die - mic righteous

[intro: esteward]
live or die, live or die

[chorus: esteward]
there’s a thin, thin line, do you live or die?
live or die
there’s a thin, thin line, do you live or die?
live or die
there’s a thin, thin line, do you live or die?
live or die
there’s a thin, thin line, do you live or die?

[verse 1: mic righteous]
sometimes i feel like asking myself some deeper questions
sometimes i feel like i was kinda chosen for life
it’s like i’ve been selected
to deliver a deeper message
sometimes you’ll see me stressing
i see the smoke and mirrors perspex, i mean perspective
been part of me and recently i been reflecting
’bout my past, how i needed protecting
inside my yard, in the dark ’cause we needed electric
seeing that mum and man running lines
seeing my dad beat addiction
seeing him need injections
seeing the police arrest him
now look at who we’ve become
with all this misery a f-cked up bunch of people
who just seek perfection
maybe everything is working exactly how it’s meant to be
we don’t need attention
they said i’m a mentalist, my own family wanna see me sectioned
i ain’t crazy motherf-cker, i exceed exception
the rap scene wanna censor me ’cause i’ve been offensive
i say the universe got a sick way of treating you
and it seems aggressive
this sh-t’ll be the death of me if not a redirection
it’s just a game and the winner keeps the keys to heaven
i speak it from my chest because it’s like my destiny
i think of being elected, to teach ’em lessons
they wonder how i’d do it, truth is i’d keep ’em guessing
i found it’s working, i found my purpose, a new dimension
my only purpose is to die eventually, it’s too perplexing
i’ll lose my head if this is something that i gotta do again
and start from scratch
what’s the point in having ambition
when you can have a heart attack?
it’s a mind f-ck, i can’t react
what if you reincarnate? i’ll be like arnie
“yeah i’ll be back.”
and while i’m here i’m taking everything, apart from smack
i’m taking everyone apart in rap
the bars are back, the bark is back (-bark-)
ain’t no one as dark as that (-cough-)
i keep suppressing all my demons with a deep regret
i feel anxiety every time i seem to breathe a breath
can’t trust the nhs ’cause they just wanna feed me meds
the epicentre of the pain it ain’t been detected
it’s affecting my energy always seeking strength
i need a rest but i just smile and i keep pretending
can’t meet with friends because they read me well
and most of ’em i leave unread (i can’t even speak with bredrins -bark-)
but the obsession over death definitely needs addressing
in the treatment centre, ‘ucking jesus wept
thinking ’bout my ex and how she left and ain’t been seen again
tore my baby girl away i’m wondering if she remembers
her and daddy cuddling like only we was left
too many arguments it’s probably best that she forgets
her and daddy cuddling like only we was left
the finish line in this life is death
[chorus: mic righteous & esteward]
there’s a thin, thin line, do you live or die?
live or die
there’s a thin, thin line, do you live or die?
live or die
there’s a thin, thin line, do you live or die?
live or die
there’s a thin, thin line, do you live or die?

[verse 2: mic righteous]
trust, this industry, this industry’s run by s-xual predators
you’ll get literally f-cked
been telling ’em from the beginning
but they ain’t f-cking listen, yeah
you couldn’t handle these tears
don’t you ever chat to me ’bout a rapping career
i was man of the year before you had a career
now i’m back and wondering what the f-ck’s happening here?
i stop and i blink, this music game is not what you think
i was popping off when popping off just wasn’t a thing
f-cked all the baddies you can name and they just wanted a ring
but i was married to the game, have you forgotten your king? uh
i forgotten my lyric
all my brothers been to prison ’cause they’re f-cking schizophrenic
i was cool with skipping school but i didn’t ever miss a visit
coke made my brother k!ll himself, i never sniff a ticket
as a kid i used to hide the heroin up in the kitchen
when the police would raid the crib there’d be no evidence
i’d bin it, didn’t have no inner sense, in a sense i was complicit
still the only time i ever saw the pen was in my lyrics like
[outro: mic righteous]
you live or die, live or die
you live or die, live or die
you live or die, live or die
you live or die

- mic righteous

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