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letra de dreaming - poetik suspekt

[intro: poetik]
when my time is up and they write my name in stone
when i’m gone
better know i was made in samoa

[verse 1: poetik]
i used to lay awake late at night
headphones on, blaze a song that i like
memorize the verse, word for word, i recite
just a little ghetto child dreamin’ of the rap life
i used to picture it was me in them songs
smooth, [wap?] and cool mack and our women like out debauch
one day, tell myself, “could i make it that far?”
could a kid from samoa become a rap star?
take the tape out, turn it around and play back
listen to 2pac until the mo’er go flat
papa used to say, “keep your head in them books”
but all my school books was filled with my raps
and them street cyphers, we be spittin’ [?]
i battle live bait, got ’em hooked like the chorus
be out the whole night with my uce [?]
swiggin’ [?] in the streets we call home
i’m reminiscin’ back a decade plus
before your boy ever owned a pair of nikes and checks
before the whip, we used to walk or bus
nowadays i’m gettin’ paid to bus, imagine that

[hook: marlei music]
i remember walkin’ with no shoes on
and now the mic’s turned on for me
i remember times i need help to [?]
just how i felt inside, yeah

[verse 2: poetik]
starvin’ in the ghetto, we was jackin’
but ben [?] told the newts to keep rappin’
in the streets, i lost t–th to gang fights and scr-ppin’
but king caps told the newts to keep rappin’
so i stuck with it, followin’ the way the beat knocks
like the beatbox, even if they sittin’, make they seat rock
rep with the flow everywhere that i go
put my heart in every song, plus my de la soul as daylight goes
we seein’ how the street life cold
pour it out for the usos, that’s the street life code
we smokin’ roaches, with sea [?] and locusts
breezin’ down the [?], won’t stop it to greet my people
i could take you back like you never left
vodka with the [?], dawg, let me reminisce
to the loved ones restin’ in peace, i really miss ’em
roll it up, light it up, boos, let’s get the spliffin’

[hook: marlei music]
i remember walkin’ with no shoes on
and now the mic’s turned on for me
i remember times i need help to [?]
just how i felt inside, yeah

[verse 3: poetik]
i’m from the ghetto, ain’t a d-mn thing changed
used to be the one collectin’ ’em bottles, lookin’ for change
now my life switched up, these days i spit change
no more nickel and ’em dimin’, i’m rhymin’ to bring change
they used to say that trey back in the day
“you ain’t never gon’ make it in this here rap game”
but i got hard, no lie, came from the gutter
climbed charts, no lie, still from the gutter
still the same uce who used to rock with no shoes
still crew in the block, get hot, i stay smooth
and o.g. taught me, “homie, never sell out
if you ain’t spittin’ for the streets, get the h-ll out”
never faked the funk, keep a tool up in the trunk
in case somebody wanna stunt, then you gotta let them have it
let the world know that it’s still vital status
never lose heart, step to the mic and damage
represent the ville, i was made in samoa
representin’ for the world, this is what i die for
you can keep the industry, all i want is the streets
from an apia street to a samoan king

[hook: marlei music]
i remember walkin’ with no shoes on
and now the mic’s turned on for me
i remember times i need help to [?]
just how i felt inside, yeah
i remember walkin’ with no shoes on
and now the mic’s turned on for me
i remember times i need help to [?]
just how i felt inside, yeah (reppin’ apia city, man)

[outro: poetik (spoken)]
i remember that, i remember we were so broke then [?] used to come ’round, and used to let us borrow his clothes when we used to hit-when we used to go to town
and then remember those days when we used to borrow [?] clothes?
ay, you don’t wanna give them back but hey, that was back in the day
remember them days we used to walk through [?], no shoes, no food, no money, nothin’
walk past, um, past [?], past fred at the barbecue stand
n-gga be like, “ay, uce’, ay, uce, come ‘ere, get this chicken, uce, [?] chicken for you and ya homies, uce”
that’s the homie for life! straight up, i remember back in those days when we were so broke, man, that if one of us got five dollars, we all got five dollars, we all ate up off that
[?], rice, couple of lil’ cigarettes, nice!
remember them sundays when [?] used to go back to [], and then he would rock back up, late on after church with a plate of umu, and we be like, “yeah!”
remember, remember them sundays, we used to go to church just to sit on the [?] and then go into the church after the service so we could eat sandwiches for free ’cause we were that poor, n-gga
i ain’t lyin, they all knew that, my, my stepmother’s church, she know [?], straight up
man, remember them scp days? them samoa city plays, [?], remember ’em break line, remember that, remember that battles for, for b-boys and they shakers, remember them breakdance battles, uce? you remember that who’s there for that-remember [?], remember the arcades? ‘member the arcades, ‘member the fights at arcades when i walk up in there, see yuki just “-bah!-“, lay somebody up. i be like, “d-mn, uce, what’d he do?”
“didn’t give me a token.” i was like -laugh-, that’s my uce for life!
‘member, um, ‘member [?] village? d-mn, what was the name of that store, man? my brother, my brother johan and, and, and sam [?] used to run that store, man, um, outrageous tattoos – ‘member that, uce? rudy! rudolph, you remember that, uce, that was us, man, back in them days, you, just, just, just, squat with the boxing gloves on, remember just go all out?
that’s how i learnt how to fight, man, just scr-ppin’ with the homies, just go all out, watchin’ the homies scr-p, you know what i’m sayin? straight up, i’m talkin’ ’bout-
man, ‘member athletics, ‘member champ of champs? ‘member the fights we used to get intos? and this is me, man, i gotta expelled from so many different schools, i was goin’ champ of champs every day of the year, and then i be on a different uniform. be from st. joe, be from [?], be from [?], be from, just, a homeless-ass motherf-cker on the -laugh-, on the side, lookin’ for cigarette, tryna look at some girls, ‘omie, you know what i’m sayin’?
and remember them days we used to pick people up off the street that was talkin’ sh-t, and take ’em to apia park and just smack the h-ll outta them! -laugh- no names, homie, no names!
man, i remember vital status, man, i’ll never forget it. we still vital status, homie, where my usos at? [?], [?], fatal, josh, base – sh-t, daryl, david, k.d., front-line tributes, everybody, man, remember them days, uce?
you know what? on the realest level, 685, ain’t a d-mn thing changed!

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