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letra de positive & negative - 1610081 - promoe

“promoe the number one public enemy with split personalities/
and both rap for anarchy./
keeping my beard long like pops in the seventies/
burning flags screaming f-ck the kennedies./
many see me as a hoodlum at best a good bum/
letting out anger over b-ss and snare drums./
f-cking up eardrums of those with high income/
holding king carl gustav for ransom./
leaving madeleine in labour pains while i’m bombin’ trains/
tryin’ to bring back the days of ’36 in spain/
and y’all claim i’m too negative/
talkin’ bout sweden’s really a nice place to live./
oh i’m supposed to be satisfied cause i got a fatter life/
than my brothers and sisters who die on the other side of the planet/
it’s all connected god d-mn it/
if you leave the third world stranded./
the first and the second will soon be drowned/
in the blood sweat and tears of the people we hold down./
hold up! that’s something you will never understand/
f-ck that man, i’m tryin’ to take a stand./
you might just laugh but i’m tryin’ to walk a righteous path/
stumblin’ though, drunk off of wine made from grapes of wrath/
me i’m tired of doing the math when nothing adds up/
the good’s always down the bad’s up that sucks/
life’s a b-tch and then you die/
wrong life’s a biiatch and then you decide/
to do something about it/
sh-t’ll only drive you crazy if you allow it/

everyday i wake up late in the afternoon/
thinkin’ to myself something’s gotta happen soon/
i’m rackin’ food at the corner store to make ends meet/
spent my last dime on the hard disc and the mpc/
embee, me, cosmic, supreme put out cream to make this dream come true/
invest my life in this looptroop crew/
state got me on trial again this time i’m innocent/
but of course i got convicted cus they want every cent/
if it ain’t rent or taxes they charge me a fine/
for being at the wrong place at the wrong time/
with the wrong state of mind the state wants what’s mines/
but the government is thugs so i’m a resort to crime/
as well i don’t care about jail/
cus all i do all day anyway is lift weights and m-st-rbate/
then i try and get it straight cus the voice inside my head be keeping me awake at night/
forcing me to stay up and write. some dope material so that i might/
turn this negative sh-t into positive cus something’s gots to give, f-ck it i gots to live/
f-ck it i gots to live../

- promoe

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