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letra de 44g - nick shea

my favorite era of television had an uncle phil
now when i turn it on i look for something real
but i’m struggling to feel the authenticity needed
it’s like we lost to the greedy but i’m still walking graffiti
it’s like everywhere that i been they got the same folk
it’s like everywhere that i been we all exchange smoke
wizards in some plain clothes
i can’t be the one to tell ‘em what they ain’t know
professional hustlers of a game show
glimmеring lights and a fat wad – they
give me thе mic and they like “that’s odd”
they got they eyes on the fences instead of the fast ball
i swear they multiplying and i’m on my last straw
i think i’ma dip before it’s too late – the community kool-aid
pass it all around and look today
it’s your life and you should show it off
but don’t go paying the price without knowing the cost
who’s the boss?
everybody itching for it looking like coke fiends
no vision through a cracked screen it’s looking like broke dreams
we all got ‘em been tryna make sure that they don’t die
sometimes we give it more importance than our own lives
used to know what i was looking at and now i can’t tell
past years of my life caught in your dancespell
it ain’t what they promoting it’s what they promoting for
i don’t know what to believe in – they mess with my emotions more
up and down going manically wild
i think people might have blamed it for a panicky child
we need some sanity now i’m sick of standing around
so when i say i’m going diggin’ it might be hand in the ground
don’t sleep – who laying by your side?
when it’s playing with the mind – stakes is high
sometimes i sit and wonder what this all is for
like “leave me the f-ck alone but please follow me more”
what?

- nick shea

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