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letra de after the streetlights come on - nantes

(intro)
keychain: “i just thought it’d be better to do that than to—. kuz it’d be weird like you watch the video and you’re like ‘wow, that’s a weird voice’. but like i don’t know—-

i’m sorry
feel like all i’ll ever be is sorry

(verse 1)
what is the measure of man?
is mine hatred and murder?
am i as black as the crow that picks eye from the corpse?
and of course, the child uses the same rhymes
i shame my mother by womanizing this new dime
so if she die today, i’ll become this scoundrel
p-ssing std’s and not held accountable
i was once knew peace but i was my son’s age
hope he doesn’t find me here kuz im in a bad place
my women in poor taste and they largely more important than him
i’d rather chase yamps or f-ck with his mother real slow
depressed and f-cked up a death grip on the past
see my mother dies in pain, my son is growing too fast
why else would chase millions b-tch, i’m tryna save life
a pursuit that is in vein, blood money and insight
all my songs they saying the same thing
my rhymes ain’t been tight
what happened that kid?
rhymin’ in that room? his granny saw his p-ssion
his voice made a mountain tremble
he used his common sense and told his family he loved them
he said f-ck em kuz they ain’t been there
erica callin’ and he on adams, soul searchin’
his son ain’t heard his voice in over a year
he too afraid to call, it’s the sum of his fear
that they’ll hate for his choices
his mother my mother voice breakin’
through fone kalls, she givin up and what the f-ck?
i still need you i never had much but you made it possible
i watched you cry through everything and that sh-t never fades
i play you a solo and get better with age, i’m sorry momma
i’m sorry

(verse 2)
you ain’t sh-t n-gga
you’re less than dirt, jena shoulda never let me hit it
all i kaused was pain, knew she was ready but it wasn’t just her
just a year before, i tried to cherish another
maybe kuz i felt neglected by own birth mother
latchin’ onto different woman just to feel like somethin’
and not a waste of sp-ce like i thought of my seed
when i pray for abortions, when i picked up that blade and started cuttin my arm
i thought that n0body cared
didn’t give a f-ck, they bullied and called me weird
felt alone kuz im the reason that dalone really left
he’d prolly be blasted if i had a strap
my brother told me let it go and take that sh-t back
but i look at my son and i’m just like him
the man that left me hateful and my life so grim
tell my momma that i’m sorry kuz this might be the end
tell my son that i’m sorry kuz i’m just like him

(outro)
father: “he wanna play crazy!? he wasn’t crazy when he murdered my son, man!”

nantes: “look me in the eyes and tell me okay. after the movie go off, you gotta do your abc’s, okay? okay?”
alex: “okay”
nantes: “no. look me in the eye! why you not lookin’ at me? you gotta look at me! okay? okay?”
alex: “okay”
nantes: “okay? okay? okay? okay? okay? okay?”
alex: “okay!” -laughs-

- nantes

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