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letra de box [interlude] - p.a. soul

[verse: et the brain]
i don’t believe in the secret/
i believe in the sweat, laborious evenings/
workin hard to make it work, pourin heart and soul for dirt/
bleed my art into the earth it’s not real until it hurts/
sub b-ss isn’t something you hear, it’s something you feel/
fear isn’t something you scream, it’s something you squeal/
failure is the footprints beating the path that you tread/
success is the monster hiding under your bed/
bradley cooper took a pill and unlocked his subconscious/
fredo santana took a pill and it knocked him unconscious/
say she hated semantics buzz words you feel like a busy bee/
ask me why i’m a boss, i guess that’s a mystery/
i’m not here to feed your ego and tell you you can do it/
i’m here to tell you that you’re sh-t and your existence is useless/
you lyin to yourself and live in fear of the solution/
you only dream when you’re asleep, i only dream when i’m lucid/
don’t tell me you’re an anything if i don’t ever see you do it/
if you was really out here strugglin you’d be really tryna prove it/
you can follow in my footsteps but know my path is rutheless/
body size, pits lie behind every shoeprint, uh/
i worked hard for this, i won’t ever have my thoughts stifled/
i might pop off at your a&r like an -ssault rifle/
from vegas to colorado my sh-t look like el dorado/
i spit like my bars hollow, you live like your life hollow/
i live like my wife swallow, you live like you love to wallow/
i’ll turn your pity party p-ssy -ss to a pic-sso, and have you/
singing soprano, half mars half apollo/
the war of art i the art of war, that’s the motherf-ckin motto/
h-ll do i know, i’m only 19 and self-employed/
had to cut a lot of friends off, the were set to self-destroy/
chasin things they didn’t want cuz they never dared to dream/
spending all their money buying heinekens and weed/
sometimes i wish i went that way the gr-ss is always green/
but i always get depressed if i’m not doing it for me/
your subconscious will always try to stop you/
if you really live the hustle motherf-cker don’t let it knock you/
when i rap i play the villain but i’m more like an antagonist/
i’m not a bad guy just a tackle wack pacifist/
smack you till you’re unconscious saying wake up after this/
half these rappers is washing their own c-m down with activis/
talkin bout my flow so dope while we both don’t know/
you spit sticks i throw stones you hold cash i hold hope/
you make music or excuses, dez said it, it’s fact/
if it weren’t for the local scene i’d probably have a platinum plaque/
homie we both know that only you can hold you back/
if you wanna see success you gotta get up on the track/

[chorus: et the brain]
they always told us that we could but we were satisfied with pot/
you always told yourself you would if you ever got a shot/
go tell yourself you could’ve if you were young and still on top/
but yesterday you said tomorrow, now today you’re in a box/

be honest
why aren’t you living your dream
why are you me?

- p a soul

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