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letra de sedation - myke charles

[verse 1:]

hey i write in the morning
right when it’s dawn
so i dawn the right to adorn this song with these ornaments
and it’s always like i am mourning
a fallen soldier adjourning his journey
ain’t that something like court?
but in the hood you only got two sports, what do you choose?
the one you ball up on the court
or you in court because you balling
and they wanna see you fall
i rap raw upon my course
swear i’m starving need a four-course meal
and the dessert
i rap until my jaw hurt and my voice co-rs-
but they course moist deep into they veins
let it seep into the pain
i look out a window pane and want to leap into the rain
too many flames on these avenues
gravel loose under my tattered shoes
our community spirit battered, bruised in a cavernous tomb
need a lantern for our a future; need a bandage for our wounds
see i’m sinking, see i’m sinking my view is a porthole
you sipping imported stocks, feigning important
but the poor see right through that bullsh-t
we pour 40’s on the floor
little shorty’s don’t see 40 just 44’s
in a corridor that leads to drug slinging
what’s a degree anymore?
i still believe in education
but we need more funding for these schools
losing money from test scores
and i think i need sedation
because lord i’m plummeting into pools
hope i wash up on the sh0r- like…

[hook:]
ooo ooo
and i think i need sedation, hey
i think i need sedation (x2)

[verse 2:]

hey i scribble in the afternoon
after school when the children no longer have intramurals
to keep them occupied
and single mothers got occupations
that often tie them up past dinner
so everything that they eat is fried
little homie’s only 12 and his speech is slurred
‘cause he’s speaking high
and that pretty little girl’s golden curls
are getting bleached and died
i wanna hurl
the system’s made for us to fail
and i wish my brother well
‘cause i know he feels so lost going to that job
to play his part as a corporate p-wn
where he’s just a cog and the fog so thick
tryna break apart good lord it’s hard
we got it wrong
commute to computers, technology in advance
but somehow we just back tracked
it seems like we got stupider
that don’t compute, and my mind is somewhere on jupiter
dreaming ‘bout a future where
my baby sis who use to care
is flourishing like florists
maybe she just needs some encouragement
i still believe in preservation
but we need more optimism
for babies in negative situations
and i think i need sedation
cause the problems my optic vision’s adopting
is crazy i sit here wasted like…

[hook]

[outro]

see i paint rhymes in the evening
portray crimes of heathen
that orchestrates symphonies of sirens crying
like ooo ooo
like ooo ooo

- myke charles

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