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letra de the strife - ramey dawoud

lil homie used to wear his heart on his sleeve
ever since a youngin roaming up and down the streets
one hand holding up the peace, yeah
the other hand reaching for the piece
every time they knock him down he hop up on his feet
dark circles round his eyes cause he never sleep
he up serving fiends, and he cannot breathe
too proud for begging please, life got him by the leash, yeah

yeah, life got him by the leash
25, the age he thought he would never reach
25 to life, the only 25 he could see
along with the deceased homies that visit in his sleep
every morning he be fighting iblees
the one that distribute that stuff that keep them grinding they t–th
sons and daughters of fiends
final lap, take the lead
it’s like the hare vs the tortoise in the corners of streets
look, we done lost too many bros here
we don’t let you carry the load on your own here
and we got them lil n-ggas that act grown here
try to give them advice, in and out from ear to ear
carrying the shottie ’cause they got him the last time he sold these
somebody auntie dropping panties to get caught up on the lease
block is super hot even though it’s below 40 degrees
a cold cell or cold grave that’s the outcome on the streets
lil homie used to wear his heart on his sleeve
ever since a youngin roaming up and down the streets
one hand holding up the peace, yeah
the other hand reaching for the piece
every time they knock him down he hop up on his feet
dark circles round his eyes cause he never sleep
he up serving fiends, and he cannot breathe
too proud for begging please, life got him by the leash, yeah

murder cap, economic gap, super rich and poor
all back, where i’m from we win, or we fix the scores
never had to pose
got respect, from my friends and foes
people had my back
oddisee was kept away from o’s
crack was getting sold as well as souls
in the wind they go
never had a strap, i stayed down
dodged the pick & role
that’s a shot, i don’t mean chance i mean in a scope
not a label, talking bout a tag
fitting on your toe
white promise meets a black maybe, on the city line
roll the die, i was born impaired
i ain’t pick a side
i survived odds of 1 in 5
don’t feel like a prize
i describe keeping hope alive
out the system hive
by the skin and t–th i spent no timing in streets
other diamonds in rough were simply mined before they reached
any chance they had to shine
was surely crushed before they peaked
now it’s up to me to speak what’s on their minds
lil homie used to wear his heart on his sleeve
ever since a youngin roaming up and down the streets
one hand holding up the peace, yeah
the other hand reaching for the piece
every time they knock him down he hop up on his feet
dark circles round his eyes cause he never sleep
he up serving fiends, and he cannot breathe
too proud for begging please, life got him by the leash, yeah

the moon is barley yawning and the sun has gone to sleep
five or six n-ggas sardined in that grand prix
pistol, rubbers, and a jug of water mixed with anti-freeze
hotboxing on that loud, i’m driving but can barely see
young n-ggas ready for the world with no issues
even if it means leaving they aunties passing tissues
to they mamas, you mollywopped a n-gga cuz they dissed
you maybe six feet in the ground but at least now you official
bump something that’ll put us in the mood, young fella
with rich the factor or the popper, you can’t lose young fella
matter fact, bump that new ramey dawoud young fella
maybe i’ll sign with tech n9ne and go on tour young fella
laughed our way back to reality, it’s more than just a dream
cracking jokes across the bridge, telling stories so obscene
if we die intoxicated see we wouldn’t feel a thing
truth is half of us didn’t care, the other half was on the deen
lil homie used to wear his heart on his sleeve

- ramey dawoud

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