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letra de home - rakeem miles

rakeem miles –

raised by my grandmama got so much respect for her got so much to vent to her she is like my mentor when she had cancer all my blessings sent for her, grandma need an encore i was on my last hope never trust white folk i was in my white coat went boys to men on these n-ggas different plateau n-gga’s on my ass and sh-t pause i mean my back and sh-t if i don’t help umm then i’ll never hear the last of it if i need help they gon give me all they ass to kiss that’ll will be my last assist n-gga

mike g –

this how it has to be. naturally
i need room to breath
living to give and it can come back to me
my momma made a masterpiece times three
my grandparents looked after me
all i know is love is what i actually need
i’d come running when my mom would say my name
then i made a name cuz my dad he gave that to me
my momma named me after him
i’d give the church 5 or 6 and buy cds for 10
10 or 4 they’d go on the corner i’d see them work them dollars
i was 6 or 7 singing tenor in the church choir
i’d hate to see you hurting
i could. take everyone with me i’d bring em all up
never thought the standard would make me feel as low as the bar was
real bosses can make this beneficial for all us
now the kid got so much drive he start a car club
still convinced they’ll never relive the feeling we give
after this. if i had too much pride to ask for help i’d be on my last offense

yoastrum-

oh i’m in my zone now

came back for the payback
i done gave back and i came up cold
lost twice one two three sacrifice just to make life four five moves hey
ride or die swear to god beat the odds you know what a n-gga been through
spit the truth hey obsessing over lessons learned conversations with spirits painting these pictures perfect
worry you’re k!lling my worries cheffin the curry man made of clay talking like god hurry hurry no huddles we making plays momma made the play in the belly of the beast imma make sure she’s straight and papa never raised a p-ssy so p-ssy don’t you push me get it straight
real n-gga never cave break bread take it home feed the famine and keep the faith

- rakeem miles

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