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letra de pebbles - ousama + khalid

doing happy man
yea i’m happy boy
back when i was four
i was seeing ghosts
now i’m not alone
always had a dream
i would write a song
couldn’t share em though

[verse 1]

i was too shy or i was too blind
then i grew older and gave a few bars to my friends and they said i was decent
talk about shorting a story from birth i was touring auroras but no one was with me alone in a foreign emporium
looking for dory i’m sorry but this ain’t generic point
i could never find you boring
i actually liked you guys
so by i spent bare time crying
bed time was calm cos i closed my eyes and i painted life in front of my iris
still stuck and dead outta luck
when i woke up i felt like therе was everyone to judgе
shout out to brian
taught me a lot about lessening f-cks
physical health was more than a puck or a ball or a weight
more about taming the lump in your throat when they’re bullying you and you want to give up
but
i might of took that too far when i turned myself to a kevlar vest
never let anyone close and the friends i had grew dust on shelves
i would duck their mail, private
duckduck go going nuts myself
skipping school grew my hair and i learned to skate with a guy
who probably died by a suicide belt
shout out to jay
hope your alive if you are
gimme a bell
just not a funeral toll
you was imbued with a gift
no one at school could have saw
casted away like a freak
but they were too small to know how to chip out the bark
and see who you are
only a couple more shades darker than me
hard to believe
what one different choice on the
branch of a tree
could have meant for the cross road i’m in
[verse 2]

terrible days are probably past
i’m happier now when sharing a laugh
with me and my friends
my brother was made with the funniest blend
he’s growing up fast
the other one smart he’s up on his craft
i’m back on the path
returning to kindle the spark
paternally missing the mark
24 years in a climate broken
i ain’t complaining i know that were lucky for chilling this hard
still though
girls hate boys and the boys too scared
picking a fight they think isn’t there’s but the world still turning and picking its scars
pplodding a path
generation skimping
genigrating systems
penetrating fictions
hesitate to blink in a neighbourhood of self medicating victims
or…
levitating wisdom
celebrating fringes
dedicated thinkers
venerate tradition
whatever it takes to enable good pirouette to a layman’s mental prism
and watch it print
heavy weighted pistons slamming back another day for the drinkers
d-mn the spirits i kicked my addictions
dime and nickel for all the time i got
one thing true is i never lacked conviction
bagged my acquisitions
brag about the backpack camp i lived in
tactile rap style quite indifferent to ties to gold
pile of poems that i write to boast with
tied to prose that i try belong with
xylophone when i rhyme on keys
not for you then tune out the locksmith
catch the bar if you care i’m conscious
latch the door if your hiding beats
i’m like a monster to a tiny keep and your fairly warm to all walks of life who crash by the fortress
storm the cellar when you ought to leave
that’s a story to coy to conquer
born in bred in red autumn leaves the dead h-rn is broke
you call off the siege and hop out the box they’re too tall to beat
playing round in my childhood sheets

- ousama khalid

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