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letra de precariat - miles better

[verse 1]
wake up and feel i ain’t slept a wink
when rest’s on the brink
blink and you’ll miss its guilded wings
me versus me, no rem sleep, [?] thc
rappers preach about these trees but don’t give me peace in the least
my dreams…
obscured in clouds of billowing smoke
simmered in a boat
these similes woke folk that had no hope
i canna stop, but i’m trying to admit more when i’m lining
hope the kinfolk i’m draining know that i praise the patience and i’ll make it
don’t wanna make vague statements or wastе my time
entertain my frustrations, end up raging and hating lifе
there’ll be nay pen to pages
blaze and waste away with somebody else’s [?]
i remember i was so in my work
culture was an afterthought
each repetitive lyrical message is trapped inside fault and a box
what have we got in hip-hop without language?
i languish for the damage done by materialistic garbage
this socially conscious massive
make bars and beats for the masses
too hard chief bash fascists
takes heart to defeat the bandwagon
guess i’m just chinwagging
[verse 2]
this world’s dying and i’m helping us stop the machine
f-ck going green
i’ll burn one and lob at the foot [?] the queen
pick any elite wealthier than your gdp
catch a liar by the teat, give him a beat and f-ck peace
kids are hungry, i’ll sn-tch the food out your mouth myself
i’ll no petition you for compassion, i help
‘cause you’re bereft
left the world cut up and rotten from all of your profit
bottled and now it’s time to get short of youse ‘cause youse some awful pr-cks
every morning the headlines more depraved than the last
[?] drown in plastic, stash the cash and we’ll be back
after these messages from meaningless fetishes and endless irrelevance to sell you some sentiment
if it’s all too complex, and you’re living in fear, they’ll monetize your anxiety, knock the sh-t up a gear
we’re no use as actors in any revolution if we’re not compos mentis enough to seek or to see the solutions
i quiz my vision to conjure images of life after cynicism
sinners sitting in lotus position
and send some reefer smoke or the power i need to know
a tower of powder you devour in hours flat
i’m pumping the gas when i should be up on a turbine, drowning in the turpentine ignited by the foul sunshine
so this is the post-truth era
well i didn’t trust anything anyway
tooth saber soothsayer of humanity’s last century
never-ending end times, twenty-four hour headlines
define the decline of primetime for your entertainment
which inevitable collapse perfectly matches your glad rags?
with [?] cash back for the lax tax on your banks
shouting, “debit, debit, debit!”
sign my life off just to spend it
i’m a product patent-pending
instagram a biometrics
crisper edit my genetics
armageddon seems too h-llish
augment my lenses on this headset
reality’s virtually pointless, let’s just end it
[chorus]
i can’t buyback all the blown grass
can’t bypass the cold facts
no need to hold back, yeah, i know that
hoping no cash stacks, yeah, that’s hopes dashed

i can’t buyback all the blown grass
can’t bypass the cold facts
no need to hold back, yeah, i know that
hoping no cash stacks, yeah, that’s hopes dashed

f-ck that

- miles better

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