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letra de god send - pharoahe monch

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my mom is in the bedroom, cryin’ again
sister’s on the street corner, lyin’ again
just heard about another one of my n-gg-z dyin’ again
i’m tryin’ again to make moves, i’ll be d-mned if we go hungry

ever since my pops p-ssed the responsibilities belonged to me
this song you see is like an ode to god
that he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar
and this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred

incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes
time for war i’m tryin’ to score like bernard king
my vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government
i told you i’d hurt the music

travellin’ back, bustin’ shots at before christ was persecuted
(blank)
mathematically we live at right angles f-ck the star spangled
the makers of fallen angels, danglin’ from moon crescents
i persevere, breathe the air, inhale the effervescence of life

this street game is stiflin’, i’m triflin’ upholdin’ a rifle
peerin’ from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves
what is it worth when this barren metropolis prevail
scale the walls of h-ll, trail of a octopus

i seen it all through the eyes of a needle
depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people
n-gg-z’ll never learn we just concern about
(sh-t)
who’s f-ckin’ who? when time is of significance

ghost, we disregard the most magnificent
eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal
stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
credits about to roll and h-ll is the sequel

incarcerated scar faces in all places, crack sales rise, failed lives
cops and robber car chases, y-2-k f-ck up, you’re left faceless
hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases
give the drummer some, pianos, guitar b-sses

trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons
for why they thumpin’, hi, i’m the most endangered species
by all means, survival is what i teach these
first time offenders catchin’ seven to fifteen

now, my vision of life, is h-ll and heaven on split screen
bust your sh-t like mitch greene i switch scenes
(snitch)
bring drama to that -ss, that’s how we on it in queens
what? stray bullets continue shatterin’ dreams, batterin’ spleens

i’m gatherin’ schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend
take food from a table and get drunk to your death
now, feel it in your heart from the love in my breath

i seen it all through the eyes of a needle
depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people
n-gg-z’ll never learn we just concern about
(sh-t)
who’s f-ckin’ who? when time is of significance

ghost, we disregard the most magnificent
eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal
stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
credits about to roll and h-ll is the sequel

- pharoahe monch

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