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letra de three strikes - monti cristo

[verse 1: triimurtii]
we ain’t kin by dna but the tribe in our stride match
moral ain’t grit with the drums from the black stash
stashing’ the rhythm, stash in the past
cough patterns like the cadence of the visa signed brass
skin kissed by the sun, currents made us cousins
got the afro winds, while the filipino drumming
wave in the ocean, that’s the wave that we buzzing
and the waves in the page got the lineage discussing
we the ones that kept the code colonizers tried to sever
threads held strong, fiber woven, it’s forever
fiber in her soul, that’s the fiber in the weather
and the fiber in the village keep my family together
producers like a brother like the blood forgot to sign for
seed of migration that the islands is designed for
sign in the heavens, that’s the sign we align for
beat feel like a march ancestors die for
south sea warriors with the congo with the stance
bolo blade confidence, soulful look in the glance
stance in the fight, it’s a stance in a dance
proof that diaspora ain’t left it up to chance

[verse 2: monti cristo]
the first aim picture, enticing as it gets you
the lights flash quick, now deliverance was rescue
what i reflect on the other end of triggers
divine intervention in finding hidden figures
a fault turned forgiven, a pressure on me lifted:
if only it were true where the clouds always visit
brother faxed some morse code, medicine for blind intuition
prescription: bleeding from incisions
her left eye battered, the blue badge pressing
antennas fell for pump fakes, student moving reckless
every injury my own, learned that seventh grade
preacher man looked, said a prayer, rest was made
testaments of ride or die but numbing every fight
another puff, another shot, you’re gettin’ by
my own protection where i reside, a deadly weapon
thought i knew of love but above would leave a lesson, what’s that
[verse 3: monti cristo]
my mind be clouded with noise, it’s getting harder to face
counting negatives, i wish the portrait perfect, it ain’t
even with building blocks as solid, one push, it’ll break
words of solomon remain: we inhale to decay
a coughing fit erupts, it’s sus, as if i’m dead in the grave
small changes, no way they noticing me today
down modelos on the side, prolly 5, should i survive?
isn’t that what it means to be alive?
to be alive is a pack of soldiers marching in step
tasked guiding a boulder with two hands up the cliff
then once you reach the top, it fall over the precipice
life is always flipping you over, so best take it in jest
don’t matter how you feel, a disgraced king or the best
or a rapper born to deface the game with his first tape, i’m a mess
like my 95 passport, paint chipping outta the hood, i fear a loud roar, a lion to fight for

- monti cristo

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