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letra de 20 years of slavery - prince selassie

[verse 1: prince sel-ssie]
throw the dirt on my body with shovels
but i’ve been even deeper and always back recovered
not eminem so rehab time ain’t occur to me
the way a n-gg- raised told me work will break me free
so i rest after my death keep watching when ya’ll go to sleep
nightwatch, i cut the wrist and got a whole street bleed
my own face covered with the bl–dy jason mask
i try to run from myself
catch my legs stucked in some sand
hold up a minute, am i really scared?
2 different voices scream loud – thor throwing hammer in my head
fight till the end with a sledgehammer in my hand
or feed them back when its cold with his own brains on the plate
mysterio with his tricks got ya mind blacked, spider man
and whites of my eyes make you think im cursed with a h-ll’s flame
got you like mary jane
i controlling your brain
try to split from my demons ‘fore i end up the slave

[chorus: prince sel-ssie]

i starving, so i got to raise the stakes
spit it out if its funny, walking on the rain, uh
20 years of slavery seems like won’t never end
but now i hold my life strong and control it by myself
i run from demons, battle evil on their land
crying far on the island, niddles k!lling n-gg-s pain
but i realize – price is high-set so that shit is overpayed
and i rather die like a man than living like a slave, yeah

[verse 2: prince sel-ssie]

im tired of that desolation but i don’t trust no people
we scare to death of conviction but can’t handle freedom
n-gg-s destined spend their life in jail ‘cos of false testimonies
and ya life’s gone fast like thanksgiving cheesy macaronis
i got my position strong like young huey freeman
but it seems we fight for something ain’t allowed to seeing
how many m-th-f-ckaz going to chill with premature death
thin pale b-tch in a hoody black drag you away
so we stressed
whole f-cking years under press
never carried nothing more, but affraid to having less
concentration of a zombies little where them folks forever rest
where you filling up with fear as you see some b-tch in dress
white dress, i go insane puffin’ on the cess
soap factory in my kitchen open up at late night
eyes never closed, my name is tyler so its time to fight
i waggle with my point finger – lucifer come up to kiss a ring
and my anger on the loose, call it freedom if you will…

[chorus: prince sel-ssie]

[outro: prince sel-ssie]

yeah.. we fall to another form of slavery..
hahaha but shit ain’t never… do nothing to me
straight from the depth of a m-th-f-ckin’ planet
that n-gg- that came straight from the m-th-f-ckin’ season of the sickness!

- prince selassie

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