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letra de summertime - murdock

[verse 1]
i’m coming out guns blazing
i’m givin’ you what you cravin’
this crown on top of my town while they campaign gentrification
makin’ jersey city yours when it was mine to begin with?
put up another tower while our lives get diminished
i watch politicians go on stage and lie every minute
and when we die they justify it with the crimes we committed
i’m refusing standing by to live my life as a witness
i’ll take my music and use it for the community business
that’s why every show i throw i’mma give it to charity
money clouds up the mind and steers away from the clarity
so i want fulop to pull up and show his face in greenville
and tell us politicians don’t go bury their head in green still
while downtown’s rising
this weather be energizing
i’m not lying i’ll be the next face to end up dying
cause in my spot the sound of a gunshot is yo alarm clock
and you ain’t promised nothing walking home alone on my block

[hook]
cause the summer is slaughter time
the summer is slaughter time
the summer is slaughter time
and that’s just a thought of mine
wooh!
i said the summer is slaughter time
the summer is slaughter time
the summer is slaughter time
and that’s just a thought of mine
wooh!

[verse 2]
so you can catch me at the liquor store
and ask me what i’m sipping for
i had the hardest week at work but you know we still living poor
yeah we’ve been ignored
jersey all across the board
so keep an extra brew on deck so we can pour one on the floor
pour one to the floor
for those that we lost in the war
cause today’s obituaries gone up from the week before
cause the summer is slaughter time
and it’s just a thought of mine
that the city’s division has just gone and brought up the crime
bring it up downtown, gentrifiers get livid
must be nice to call us liers when you’re living in privilege
and then ignore somebody’s problems just because you’re not facin ’em
and then have the nerve to cut me off when we talking bout racism
but yet here i am at a bar on newark avenue
buying drinks with the crew from the people who wanna laugh at you
the jokes on me, cause the people will never see
the life we’re forced to lead when born into poverty

[outro]
the summer is slaughter time, the summer is slaughter time, the summer is slaughter time, blah blah blah
so what are you gonna do? get angry at every new person and business that enters your city
until you boycott yourself into nothingness? ohhh! your home is gone and at this point you’re just digging
your own grave with it. a n0ble act…. if anybody gave a f-ck. so catch up and stop driving everybody away
before you end up all by yourself or is that what you want?

- murdock

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