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letra de a.s.t.h.m.a. - p.bell

[intro]
yea… it’s p…
jump into it like this…

[verse 1]
7 o’clock in the mornin’
a silenced poem slept in my soul
written more and more as the day unfolds
my breathing wasn’t at ease
whenever in or exhaling, i plead
with the holy force in hopes it isn’t me
developing asthmatic traits at the age of twenty
no medical history of this symptom, so if any
idea of what it could be…
i’d say it’s my pops breathing complications
that haunt me in my sleep, thus beginning
with episodes of light wheezing
the tight squeezing congestion in my chest
is merely upper respiratory infection
from playing tonk with trell in carolyn’s kitchen
who is trell? she’s my cousin
carolyn’s my grandmother just listen
in the midst of throwing out triple 6’s
trails of cigarette mist from the both of them
is what i get for just sittin’ between ’em
chain-smoking asphyxiating my throat
secondhand nicotine k!ller chokin’ me so discreetly
i hope this isn’t asthma

[hook]
could it be my father’s genetics caught up with me?
got me coughin’ and wheezin’ like
k!ll-k!ll-ha! k!ll-k!ll-ha!
uhh…
could it be that my daddy’s genetics caught up with me?
got a m-th-f-cka coughin’ and wheezin’ like
k!ll-k!ll-ha! k!ll-k!ll-ha!
yea… second verse look, uh…

[verse 2]
a breathing mask of albuterol, said to turn me jittery
didn’t make none of these nurses cute at all
and to befall such embarr-ssment
tellin’ my mama it’s probably bronchitis
ain’t n0body got time for that!
finding it quite hilarious
parodies in conjunction with poetry
in notepads paints you a picture of who parrish is
to be remembered beyond the days that he perishes
huffin’ and puffin’ into this mask got me lookin’ like bane
from “dark knight rises”
perhaps i’m wonderin’ why you would shoot a man
before throwin’ him out of a plane
quoting his lines in laughter
mark a line down the middle of a minus sign
making positive of the matter, see?
i’m starting to believe every verse that i’ve written
has stricken my lungs with exhaustion
causin’ a pause in my verse when i’m spittin’
but i ain’t worried at all
that’s what he’d risk to have air surgin’ thru his musical art

[hook 2]
now could it be that every verse that i give to you
is making it worse for me?
got me coughin’ and wheezin’ like
k!ll-k!ll-ha! k!ll-k!ll-ha!
yea… uh, one more time look
now could it be that every verse that i give to you
is making it worse for me?
got me coughin’ and wheezin’ like
k!ll-k!ll-ha! k!ll-k!ll-ha!
yea… a.s.t.h.m.a

[outro]
d’simba: aye yo p, just breathe my n-gga, sh-t!

- p bell

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