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letra de nothing hurts more/(blackbox freestyle) - patrin

picture this written picture
stand tall never fall like before winter
or a timber
born a sinner
turned a winner
who am i not forgive ya
i know you never meant ya

i thought it was love and seems like it’s l-st
thought we were brothers, seems like we’re not
tears of a mother
nothing hurts more
please mummy don’t cry for the boy
see i just small talk and pretend laugh
‘cos i know sh-ts fixed with a skin dark
he brought a stray out
where we used to play out
now we hardly stay out
rap, trap or sports seem the only ways out
baby, you a baby-mother now
you know his playing round while you playing house
you wish it could’ve been more
but what’s a queen to a boy
babe, ain’t you already got a child?
nine months flown by and he left it as that
middle finger to any guy that’s gonna do her like that
same guys you attract
but they ain’t holding you back
you move forward
through every dark night there’s a morning
but nothing hurts more

(nothing, nothing)
nothing hurts more..
(nothing, nothing)
nothing hurts more..
(nothing, nothing)

and nothing hurts more
(nothing, nothing)
nothing hurts more..
(nothing, nothing)
nothing hurts more..
(nothing, nothing)

yeah
but mummy ain’t you proud of me?
you have your wishes this ambitions like a cloud on me
and this gift is like a crown on me
you want degrees but i’d rather spit this grease
upcoming, see i’m reaching getting closer to my dreams
could i be?
is it me, how can i be?
just another n-gger, me?
working hard on a another man’s dream?
i’ll be the ticket out
we gotta make it without figures tryna figure out
i’m lost in understanding
i see but fail to fathom
they took his chain, they took a life
ain’t that a chain reaction
d-mn, ain’t that a chain reaction
kinda deep brudda
rest in peace brudda
i see the news, same sh-t
kinda like the playlist
there was somethin’ called love
now that’s overrated
and what use is a verse if it doesn’t change sh-t
we’d rather switch off
than get caught in the criss-cross
roll a blunt light it up and watch the smoke drift off
and like the smoke drift off

but nothing hurts more
(nothing, nothing)
nothing hurts more..
(nothing, nothing)
nothing hurts more..
(nothing, nothing)

and nothing hurts more

–instrumental changes–

i got deep visions, they won’t get ’em
real scriptures, i paint pictures
i ain’t figured how to get eight figures
so i put life behind these bars, i stay k!lling
swear i’d never break, i guess that’s the estate in him
i see the state in him to turn a young boy bane
or a pretty girl have life and kurt cobain
yo some days i fear death
‘cos i dunno what it means cuz
and if sleep is the cousin boy you better dream cuz
dem b’s won’t leave us
they don’t believe us
they took away ma’at and gave us white jesus
how could the judge give him life and then take him away?
but how could god give him life and then take him away?
no answers
guess he p-ssed us pastors and no fathers
nothing like before is what we’re after
so we slave for some ice and a whip that’s foreign
but how’d we slave out of whips just to slave back for ’em
and a future for our kids we gotta make that for ’em
‘cos a young black death don’t even make that column
my minds in heaven but life’s in h-ll
where would i propel?
in time only time will tell
and i’m ghost

- patrin

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