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letra de mula's story - mula mani

[intro: martin]
“had you been practicing your art…you’d know your way in the dark”
silence!!!

[verse 1: mula]
my mind wonders been doin this since a youngin
my grandfather said watch him lee lee something wrong wit him
i wasn’t crazy i was just a quiet baby
observing drugs & liquor a product straight from the 80’s
we wasn’t poor but the streets took a toll
pops took a detour when i was 2 months old
it didn’t matter my family gave me a latter
to climb out of this bucket of a black mans disaster
alot of laughter smiles and some cries
ridin through y.o. b-mpin to that new lox
jas taught me stay smart you’ll succeed
if you wanna obtain more ya gotta have a little greed
up ya sleeve b-ttom ups was my uniform
on the train metro north to school every mornin
& i always use to fall asleep in cl-ss
late nights in the trap i couldn’t escape my past

[hook: mula]
living in this world n-gg-s can’t have nothing
for everything you earn they try to take back something
they tryna steal my pride but ima keep on running
living in this life n-gg-s can’t have nothing

[verse 2: mula]
my first week of catholic school got suspended
fightin a white boy over my seat i felt offended
like i was soft had to prove i was game
my dean said most important overall is ya name
damani lee bush what my moms named me
a black man caught up in this new slavery
9 to 5 to survive and get by
or risk it all in the streets and be dead by 25
im still alive goin on 26
creating my own lane instead of drivin in a ditch
i got a gift but was born with a curse of
givin up on sh-t the 1st time it doesnt work
be persistent, stay consistent
when the road gets rough just stay driven
dont get a number dont get caught up in the system
listen more than you speak and ya sure to see different

[bridge: mula]
thinkin bout my money
smokin on that k!lla
no time to be chillin
focus on that scrilla
no time to be playin
time to make these millions
i know these n-gg-s haters
but i ain’t got no feelings

[verse 3: mula]
my n-gg-s is my brothers like my mothers kids
not just in good times thats that sucka sh-t
we just tryna make the pieces to the puzzle fit
and remain sucka free thats just how we live
i came a long way from that cashier
now its loafers all my sweaters is cashmere
im from the belly of the beast so sincere
clean cut like ace runnin the tangiers
run black boy black boy run
they still lynching uncle sam was never done
he selling dreams to climb the tree for this paper
soon as you reach the top them taxes gon hang ya
its no way out for us bad boys
glorifying this fast life and fast toys
but its all fiction a bunch of tabloids
ya’ll can read between the lines this is my story

- mula mani

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