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letra de pops said - panacea

[verse 1: raw poetic]
pops said go to college kid
and a dream that i had to be a novelist
life is an ocean with a lot of wit
look son you like saint nick, a lot of gifts
you got to give, drop top got to shift
do i miss him or not yeah i toggle with
but no goo goo ga ga sh-t, i’m a grown -ss man
but he set me up with a grown -ss plan
i don’t drink a lot, yet i smoke a bit
no pork little girl with the kosher lips
black panther growl with a hip-hop style
[and songs with niece?] know by your child
black american to vietnam
it’s all [colorful son?], yeah i see that bond
pops said jason better free that mind
i did not forget don’t you see that mom
you believe this was left back in ’79
p-ss life rhymes way back before my time

(i’m glad i listened when my father was rapping to me)

[hook: raw poetic]
control the road that i walk on
and everything that i hop on
and where i’m playing my part on

the game i [play/place?] is my stages
in my head remain ageless
forgetting names but no faces

(i give thanks to my pops for being around)

[verse 2: raw poetic]
pops stay straight face no frown
see the world upside when you feeling down
i walk my own path down [?] deeper steps
[with my wake and through my pictures, i see connects?]
with a patchy beard, and my laid back eyes
chip off the old block yet [?]
now my time begins when night [?]
peace to gwendolyn brooks, parties i meant them
reminiscing, speak on visions
[we sew mission?], yeah i did them
but i need something different y’all
living on the edge, you a fixed to fall
pops said son you got to move ahead
leave all this behind before you’re gone and dead
so i’ma get one before i die
ain’t nothing like black american pie

(i’m glad i listened when my father was rapping to me)

[hook: raw poetic]
control the road that i walk on
and everything that i hop on
and where i’m playing my part on
(i give thanks to my pops for being around)
the game i [play/place?] is my stages
in my head remain ageless
forgetting names but no faces

[verse 3: raw poetic]
the world in my head is one adventure
the one outside needs sp-ce to enter
like alcatraz trynna escape virginia
drank [to went?], p-ss out, can’t remember
where i started, dearly departed
left me a message got to move regardless
545 is when the dream done started
12 last night’s when brain done farted
i drank too much alcohol
talk like i hand it out for all
can’t remember too much from [a far/my fall?]
let’s continue (when) tomorrow

(papa was a great old man)

[hook 2x: raw poetic]
control the road that i walk on
and everything that i hop on
and where i’m playing my part on

the game i [play/place?] is my stages
in my head remain ageless
forgetting names but no faces

- panacea

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