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letra de a colorful friday - reesus

[verse 1: reesus]
it’s friday night, you just got paid
you was gonna hit the club but you got bills to pay
man f-ck it
you’ll pay them another time but now you got other things on your mind like your son, he’s real kind
yeah that’s your son
he’s dressed from his nose to his toes in hand-me-down clothes, that’s all he knows
can’t afford nothing better
the way he looks you’re surprised you ain’t got a cps letter
don’t want to leave him home alone again this’ll be the third time, you’ll be surprised to learn he’s only nine
man f-ck it
you’ll leave some cheerios for him to eat and if he gets cold, he can put the socks with the holes on his feet
can’t worry about no kid
got to go get your hair did, you know the club’s gonna be lit
just left the hairdresser looking oh so fly
your ego can’t be measured now, it’s too d-mn high
meet your girls at the club and they already h-lla high
take a look around, it ain’t hard telling why
they’re in the same situation
you look to your right and see your friend popping x like it’s prescription medication
she offers you one and you think about it hard
man f-ck it
you say “gotta live before i kick the bucket”
5 or 6 minutes go by
or maybe 20, it’s hard to tell
before you know it you’re naked and wake up in a hotel
with a strange man, you’ve never met him
he tries to enter you and his d-ck is big so you let him
thinking about your job and your kid at the same d-mn time
the stress is becoming too much it’s taking over your mind
he pulls out a rubber but you tell him to chuck it
then you say “just f-ck my troubles away man, f-ck it”
you get home around 1, hair completely undone
can’t wait to walk through that door and see your beautiful son
but before the key gets into the lock, it slips and drops
you’re pinned up against the door by a lady cop
“you’re under arrest for man slaughter, hey jones, we got her!”
at first you’re confused, but then you see it
your son is on a stretcher they’re still trying to remove the noose
you scream and try to run to him
but the cop stops you and says “leave him alone. the worst is already done to him.”
8 weeks later
prison cell
you start vomiting and wonder ‘what the h-ll..’
you -ssume it’s a virus
but the doctor says no because you’re not dead under each eyelid and tissues haven’t pi-led
when he says it’s not that bad you beg for information
but wasn’t expecting him to say “you’re pregnant. congratulations!”…

- reesus

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