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letra de buyer beware - nathaniel mann

[nathaniel mann]
eyes open, tryna keep my mind open
hive mind tell me shine but i’m not golden
die coping or die lost and find ocean
tryna walk through this life when i’m not woken
in the morning it’s cold bread and collard greens
every day is yom kippur, every night is halloween
everything is everything, wake up and it’s not a dream
i believe, that there isn’t anything it’s gotta mean

[deca]
caught between the savage and the sacred
from lavish gold plated to cracked and dilapidated
i read the sworn affidavit
it said that maggots ate the head of john the baptist after she had him decapitated
i don’t buy it, they’re tryna salome isis
and recreate her in the starlets of today’s likeness
we toil in the fields, argue over scr-ps
build and destroy, and watch it all collapse

[nathaniel mann]
bill collectors fortune tellers buyer beware
i ain’t hiding from the lions or the tigers and bears
i’m piping the snares, spit a little game for you
cause this the sh-t that i was made to do
and i been finishing the hat since i was young and in boston
have my cake and eat it, save my people a portion
i just need a clean bright sp-ce f-ck a fortune
i’m poor when indulging in what i get lost in

[deca]
watch a boss spitting cough exhaust then pause for applause
the facade’ll drop off they’ll scoff at a lost cause
a symphony of cricket chirps
he fell face first hit the earth
and tried to paint a pretty picture worth
a thousand words while we flex on the canvas
language artists moving like starships and planets
give me five feet to reflect, i’ll do damage
they’re smiling for the closed circuit television cameras

[nathaniel mann]
and vanish, drown in the waves
find solace in the view standing on top of a mountain of change
espousing the grays, singing the blues
life or death, i ain’t fixing to choose
by the dock of the bay
feel the current washing over all my indiscretions
told her leave or you can love me for my imperfections
took a while for me to see that all that sh-t was selfish
took a while for me to learn to stop at intersections
bill collectors fortune tellers buyer beware
i ain’t hiding from the lions or the tigers and bears
i’m piping the snares, spit a little game for you
this the sh-t that i was made to do
really i just need a clean bright sp-ce and a dream
to know what it is, not to know what it seems
to know what it is, not to know what it means
we either loosen the fit, or let it blow at the seams

[sample – good will hunting]

- nathaniel mann

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