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letra de the healing - power struggle

bring the beat back, smash crash
all these walls y’all build
still walk birds outta sea over landfills
anvils, heavy hammer, masonist, alchemist
born angelic, life made me a battle ship
brainwashed since birth to go to work and pay tax
i’m from the era of cadillacs and 8-tracks
kid from the northern state
murder rate escalate
used to go to funerals to holler at girls to date
celebrate life like a god d-mn celebrity
even if your money is funny as ron burgundy
never had a chance to get a room to listen
till i picked up a mic and started spitting with conviction
now i’ll be singing a song about school yards and factories
used to write about pool halls and anarchy
pour out a stout for the homies that we lost
that’s a long list but i’ll leave it up to god

i want to write a verse that uplifts them
instead of dissing and digging ditches to ditch them
wanna be your medicine or prescription
that takes away the pain without addiction
nomi not a novice, i got noticed by the majors
but n-body wants to sign a filipino cos they racist
innovative in this industry of ego maniacs
i decided to step away and work on another craft
organising became my life and building with the m-sses
married to my wife, began taking cl-sses
now we got a baby boy, named after a cuban cat
who started a 100 fires with just 1 match
that’s the life i always wanted
in the end, yes my friend
peace, land, bread, s-xy time and intelligence
melanin soaked till i’m bronze and i’m broke
till my engine don’t smoke and my p-n-s don’t poke
i’m a funny mother f-cker because life can be tragic
guns in my face, knives in my anklet
manic depressive to extremely elated
this is life, you only have one so celebrate it

i want to write a verse that uplifts them
instead of dissing and digging ditches to ditch them
wanna be your medicine or prescription
that takes away the pain without addiction

cruising with my cast aways, crossing destinations
blowing out candles for annual celebrations
-n-log my dialogue, digitise my memories
agitate the audience, elevate the sensory
let the music take you, to a place you wanna be
even if you’re locked down, in the penitentiary
century gone by without much change
racism still strong, many men in chains
put the blame on the system and not the people
like light through a prism, let the colour lead you
feed food through the boom box, for the starving
sleep through the gun shots, and crews mobbing
dream of a better day, so take action
live for a reason, die for your p-ssion
peace and justice to all my folks
for the hungry, struggling, exploited and broke…

- power struggle

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