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letra de rfta - mr victory

[verse 1:]
something’s burning, it’s me-i let it burn though
walking in the street, down the same, dirt road
i have no choice, but i can’t, find my voice
thinking i’m, almighty when i’m just, making noise
i’ve lost myself in the moment, but i’ve already said it
now i’m just a couch potato, reading facebook and reddit
“keep your eyes on the target, vic. keep your head up, vic.”
“you’re a mess, vic. why? well, it’s cause your head’s thick.”
then i’ll smash my head, in-to the window
put a bullet in there, and send me off to limbo
i guess i don’t realize it, but i’m broke
scr-pping every song, verse, hook, that i wrote
i think i’ve really lost it. i can’t find the right words
so, every line is crammed with nouns and verbs
i’m trying to write to ease the pain
but the more i write the more i start to rage
and the rage that i produce fuels the insanity
inside of me, but with no profanity
i try to write for the sake of humanity
superman ain’t saving no one, cause instead they’ve got me

[hook 1:]
here we go again, back to the same plans
they’re all exhausted, so take your final stand
i’m aware, of this monster, i’m making, but
i know this mountain i’m climbing is mine for the taking
here we go again, back to the same plans
quit cryin’, wipe your tears, grow up an’ be a man
i understand, but tonight, my mind is stuffed with doubts
so i’m heading off to bed, adios, lights out

[bridge:]
maybe i should wait, ’till the iron’s hot i strike
maybe i’m an idiot, i probably didn’t do it right but
if i didn’t show no love i would be done forever
and if i over think it, it’s over before we’re together
no exceptions to suggestions that will mount to greater tensions
and if i lose, a night’s sleep, i’ll slip into depression
i thought, love’s limitless, but i guess this is it
you’ll be sorry, you say? i won’t miss you a bit

[hook 2:]
here we go again, back to the same plans
they’re all exhausted, so take your final stand
i’m not, a loser, i never, used her
but all this hatred, became a booster
to rip some more rhymes, an’ pay back the due fines
of time, that i wasted, with nickels an’ dimes
the clock’s run out, but let me spit this line
of mine, now you say rapping’s a crime? what, are you

[verse 3:]
blind? and deaf? accusing right and left
without thinking, about how you made others felt
like a pile a bricks, you want to throw at these pr-cks
and use these words like you’re breaking bones with stones and sticks
you feel the heat now? aren’t you gonna step back
an’ split, cause i’ll split you open when i attack
anger is seeping, like a baby t–thing
roar of blood, in my ears, i can hear my breathing
grab his shirt an’ slam his body into the wall
here’s a tip: don’t taunt someone six feet tall
break his nose, wide open, an’ let the blood flow
rfta, buddy, fight’s on, let’s go
stomp him to the ground, beat him over the head
is he holding his breath, or is he already dead?
i ain’t no murderer, i’m a kid, six feet and thin
with a mind like a powder keg filled to the brim
all i need is a lit match, and i’m gonna bust
rap another sixteen, a thirty-two if i must
it’s my time, it’s my night, starting bell, time to fight
right back, cause there’s only one, chance do it right
but that fight, was a metaphor of dynamite
this is how i deal with the demons in my life
i don’t write, for the violence, i write for the cause
mankind’s screwed, so reinvent for applause
so take my hand, it’s time to make a stand
against those who thwart and screw over our plans
i’m just a kid, not a man, but it’s ok
we’re the future, so listen to us, please obey
what we have to say, we don’t have many days
to turn this place around, and find a better way
so quit playin’, cause we here an’ here to stay
give me the mic, hit the chorus and let’s make our hands wave

[hook 3:]
here we go again, back to the same plans
get on that stage, put the music on the stand
and wave your hands. hear the crowd scream so loud
the want an encore, this time i ain’t stepping down
cause i know i’m back, and this time i’m kicking -ss
this song ain’t define swag, girl, it defines cl-ss
i ain’t leaving no more, so save your good-byes
i’ve finally rose from the ashes, didn’t i?

- mr victory

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