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letra de forrest gump (a history project) - parksei

[intro: forrest gump]
i’m not a very good rap man but i like writing my thoughts down
that’s what mama would tell me
junior, take it away

[verse 1]
they call me forrest gump
saw bubba go in gore and blood
saw mama go, cried a plenty
saw jenny go, and morning suns
still fly ahead my mourning son
he knows he’s my important one
the shortest gump’s now all grown up
so screw off life i’m four to none
number one, endured the punches
stole my lunch but never punished
running was my only justice
number two through war i stunted
dodged bombs, saved the ones i gunned with
congs shot, my b-tt caught the bullet
hunk of metal? yeah, i won it
number three, lost all my women
someone’s cutting onions
my smarts wasn’t budging so my
son taught me to use the oven
number four, the twenty hundreds
countries all want money
earth is worse than week old m-ffins
freedom hunting from the evil funded
people running
eagles made of steel becoming
lethal means to k!ll our customs
seen it with my eyes, was in new york at the time
bought blueprint from the store, ’bout to tune into the rhymes
saw it looming over york, roaring beast just like a lion
one two three four, then it striked
people pointing towards the sky
horrid scenes boarded my life
and i’ll see that till i die
rapping bout it, asking why
the captain had to be inclined
to crash right into their own kind
and sn-tch all of the cabin’s lives
like i was back in vietnam
and seeing harm as if it’s right

[verse 2]
backtrack it
ask why i’m backpacking
no cadillac through manhattan
car-less, was then adapting
tarnished benches where i’m napping
harmless rats and trashy fashion
public thinks i’m homeless
but i’m captive to the rapping
never’d think it’d be my p-ssion
but i spit just like a dragon
imagine this
i met notorious big
early morning los angeles
was just exploring then tripped
he helped me up, curious and stuff
escorted back to his crib
that’s where i first heard the hip
hop, opened mind like a ziploc
said ‘watch me’ like their wrist clocks
started forging something
through mouth, i’m outta mind
but through the pen, i’m scholar’s scribes
then every rapper alive started to borrow all of my rhymes
9-1-1 , i was there in ny for jay-z
3-0-9, was in la for my best friend biggie
obviously, that’d be the last day that we would ever meet
4 dead brethren, remembering memories, i treasure these

[verse 3]
rest in peace, but the peace wasn’t forever
’cause then eight years later, the murderer is the weather
the terror down in katrina, seeking shelter from the meters
and meters of water, beating down on our sons and our daughters
never saw it with my eyes, nbc was enough
then kanye said that thing when we were cleaning it up
guess yeezy season started in 05, but oh my
bush put a portrait around the pain to keep the tension behind
and while i mention these lines, keep in mind that i’m white
and i don’t know that means, guess that i’m colorblind
every mother’s divine, every brother is mine
knew it since alabama, when our grammar wasn’t kind
i didn’t strive to be different, i’m just indifferent with my eyes
i know what separation’s like, i’d never wish it on a life
and if you think these rhymes ain’t right, maybe stop sipping on the wine, yes
ain’t seen it this bad since the riots
’92, la, unrest came from the quiet
63 mia, last thing that they heard was sirens
i think i get it now why they’re refusing to be silent
refusing the words of that pollutant that is trying to chime in
who thinks he’s a giant, but cannot run a country
my shrimp makes me tons of money
his shrimp resides in his undies
why is he doing nothing? why can’t he reach a summit?
why does he let these guns keep hunting all our students stomachs?
parkland, santa fe, benton, countless more that trump is shunning
you don’t gotta be a g*nius to see this stuff is disgusting
it’s no secret that stuff’s messed up, man

[dumb outro]

- parksei

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