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letra de blizzards '96 - quis chandla

06 santana cause i’m what the game been missing/
couldn’t keep up with the the jones’s no ballin while pops was missin/
i’m telling stories bout my mothers worries reminiscing/
hoop dreams flushin down that toilet with no pot to p-ss in/
needing for some distance at times i get dismissive/
8 years old but i’m thinking wiser with my intentions/
couldn’t see no progressin living in those conditions/
so i became a loner homer just like a simpson/
innocent child, timid heart never got cold/
even though that weather was kind of brutal as time goes/
find someone to give a d-mn better luck hittin lotto/
i can’t make no sense in this modern life i’m rocko/
so
i paint pictures like bob ross and pic-sso/
every year the same life’s road dodging all potholes/
blizzard 96 fiends hold snow through they nostrils/
uncles hooked up that sh-t so know they gon die slow/

(mother talking)
“boy who told you close that d-mn over door. it’s cold as h-ll in here”
-phone rings-
“through all this d-mn snow they still called me into work. i don’t know how imma get through this storm but, oh well”

some focused on gettin high
some focused on gettin by/
stirring up a notion all they think about is gettin fly/
it’s 96′ they stickin n-ggas to roc some karl kanis/
careful for you end up in that he-rs- rockin a suit and tie/
invincible lost kids they never do realize/
cold winters make warm summers is what we live by/
gone till november and hope they make it to july/
sick in they soul and yet they so scrutinized/
lil homies had barely made it to p-b-rty/
fathers giving side eyes barely know what to do with me/
one things for sure
that child support is coming out them 40 hours/ feeling like the love ain’t what it used to be/
broken homes buried in 4 feet
of snow let me show off/
(right, right)
it’s time for me to get deep/
we plowed right through them streets it’s like we needed a purpose/
(right)
state of emergency kept the adults from working/
mother nature had gave a vacation to those deserving/
i’m over it cause my mind goes and casually searchin/
too much time on my hands so i’m starting to notice/
the misery in my family all been coming to surface/
cousins holding syringes but never had studied nursing/
alcoholic and dealers hope my genetics ain’t working
the wrong spirits placed in our blood so we hypothermic/
how we keep our bodies warm and divine by skipping the workshop

i’m too young just to be in the blizzard without some comfort
my soul is 12 below and i been pretending it don’t hurt/
2x

streets been cold soul of froze
binge with frost bitten fingers and toes/
2x

i can pray everyday, hope all this sh-t melts away/
there gon be a price to pay can’t wash these demons away/

- quis chandla

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