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letra de pure serotonin - mikey jay

[intro]
may i ask in what way your life is contributing to society
as you sit here day after day after day
in this dark room, stringing along on that stupid guitar?
have you ever thought about that?
what are you doing for the world or for other people?
day after day, hour after hour, night after night

[verse 1]
i’m ludicrous like ludacris
y’all 2014, i ain’t new to this
rap ain’t easy, i knew of this
so quit your foolishness
common logic, yeah, i own it
on some pure serotonin
money people are blowing
pockets feeling heavy, throw it in the ocean
of people wanting to eat and find a place
at the corner of 3rd and h
h-lla hard for guys to find sp-ce
survival of the fittest and they’re in a race
at least, the president is black
yeah, he’s a democrat in fact
but did he do the job, but is it all an act?
are we just gonna blame him for the past?
i’m a patriot and an anti-american in one
because the new generation goes down with the sun
flipping from heads to tails like it was fun
without stopping for the moderate some
this is that controversy sicker than ebola
media coming out like the fcc could control ya
real cypher, on some crazy spits
ab might motivate me after he lit some spliffs
and the cdc might quarantine me for being h-lla ill
there’s h-ll if i don’t rap, so i might as h-lla will

h0m-phobe?! racist?! s-xist?! some sort of label
stir the melting pot with my ladle
i’m sick of seeing minority hazing
who the h-ll are you phasing?
i’m the cauldron of races from other places
creme de la creme of culinary, taste it
i don’t sugarcoat the lines, i put in salt
and enter your bloodstream, it’s all your fault
that you have type-2 ignorance to my music
and if my haters come by, then i’ll lose it
throwing bombs left and right, try to defuse it
i’m not the one to get confused with, yeah

[hook]
pure serotonin, screw the recession
eighteen dollars, hoping for progression
life could be perfection
if no one’s ever stressing
money for the poor, power for the people
one nation under god, when we’re equal
fist in the air, we don’t see evil
one nation, screaming “we the people”
i said “one nation, screaming “we the people””

[intermission]
and they’re still using tear gas, still moving through the area
again, anderson, it’s heartbreaking
the brown family, uh, the governor, the president
all speaking about nonviolence, and about peace
even earlier in the night when we were out here, when there were hundreds of people out here, there were those demonstrators that were trying to police themselves, trying to get the agitators to stop throwing bricks, to stop throwing bottles, to stop putting lighter fluid on the cars, to try and stop all of this; and yet this is what we’re seeing right now

[outro]
pure serotonin, screw the recession
eighteen dollars, hoping for progression
life could be perfection
if no one’s ever stressing
money for the poor, power for the people

- mikey jay

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