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letra de wither - nantes

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(intro)
sleep soft in the night, covered in self mutilation
i leave behind everything for quiet nights seeking preservation
i see the evil in her eyes and potential between her legs, what ever happened to preservation?
perhaps he fell out of the bed when she sicked her demons on me, gradually f-ckin me up
she asked me why i cut myself and i replied so my father would notice but he’s dead, f-ckin dead never coming back
that’s why i chose to be the demon of the culdesac, the evil in these projects, the spirit in the streets
she asked why i cut myself and why so deep?
i replied so my father could see so that when i reach h-ll, he’ll know i’m me
done with her moving onto the next, still waiting
my quiet nights seeking out preservation
i could never sleep soft covered in self mutilation

(slashes wrist then body thuds)
(static)

…and it need to be before we all die and then you say, “aww, i made a mistake. we shoulda gave them some money. we really shoulda helped these folks”. it’s gon be too late, know what i’m saying? then that’s when you gotta pay your own costs and that’s when god make you pay. when god punishes you because i feel like it’s too much money here. i mean n-body should be hittin’ lotto for 36 million…

(verse 1)
how you expect to win the battle but the war’s begun
you begot the b-tches moonin and forgot your son
use your optics and you’ll find that i’m not the one
not quik, dot, dre, cube or pun
so who’s the kid in the label meetings
offering the scr-ps cause you that he’s not eating
so you gotta starve what’s he writin
feast on his vices
within the dark night, you’ll find the nicest
so they told christian bale that cotton
and make room for the trap, taking over rap
lil n-gg-s coming through we’ll never get it back
tell them it’s a rap
but i say no, it isn’t
persuade not to listen but f-ck it’s catchy
f-ck, they’ll catch me slippin on this corner in the midst of the war
because once my rose withers, who the f-ck is it for, n-gg-?

(hook)
is you gon free my soul before it withers away?
is you gon free my soul before it withers away?
so can i free my soul before it withers away?
so can i free my soul before it withers away?

(verse 2)
how expect to win the war but never had no soldiers
educate me on the bullsh-t but bruh they told us not to listen to these false prophets
lining their pockets with concubines and vast riches
living well beyond their means while they burning all these bridges
as we watch fall down, they drop a new single
b-tch made men rally in the lobby
swallow d-ck for your deal but claim you caught a body
your idol’s real though but got them high heels and some skinny jeans
yeah, i talk about it but a n-gg- did the same thing in eighth grade
my sister really wanna see the day that i give this all up and maybe she the reason that i write horrorcore
but my son is the reason i keep moving foward
for the nerdy n-gg-s trapped in the midst of war
because once my rose withers, who the f-ck is it for, n-gg-?

(hook)

(verse 3)
how we expect to win the war if we no unified
what the f-ck you livin for if you ain’t ready to die
they been rapin the culture like a bad prison movie
see the message that you’re spitting really doesn’t move me
blow up because it’s catchy and some crip n-gg-s catch me slippin in the midst of war
demons guide their sight, blinded by them wh-r-s
wither my rose with the glock, who the f-ck is it for anyway?
anyway
catch a n-gg- anyday and k!ll him…

(outro)
….all bs aside, it all comes down to you got survive. i mean, even warriors put they spear down on sundays, we got to survive here in this country. kuz i’m not going back to africa. we gotta survive here, for us to survive here: white folks, black folks, korean folks, mexican folks, puerto ricans. we gotta understand each other, we gotta tak–take a bigger chance. and when i say americans, people think i’m talkiin bout uncle sam– i mean like actually uncle sam with the grey hair and the flag. i mean you, you, you. the guy–you know, you, the mechanic–wherever–you. i mean you need to do something. you need to check yourself and see how racist you are. you know what i’m sayin’?

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