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letra de home - riky rick

[intro: terence trent d’arby]
ooh-ooh-ooh
ooh-ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh-ooh)

six million ways to die, choose one

[chorus: terence trent d’arby]
this land is still, my home
this land is still, my home

out by a shanty where the dust hangs high
far from a river where things grow green
the flowers weep and they lean away
from the blood stained soil beneath my feet

[verse 1: riky rick]
uh, all this pressure gon’ be the death of me
fake love k!llin’ my energy
i been thinkin’ about the memories
pour some liquor for all my enemies
pour some liquor for all my dead homies
r.i.p i’ll see you there homies
i pray i meet you at the crossroad
sooner or later only god knows (only god knows)
what it do though? (do though?)
i never thought i’d pull up in a two door
i was rapping for fun but now it’s fruitful
when fruitful, also come with brutal
[pre-chorus: riky rick]
sometimes i feel like i wanna leave it
if i leave then who they gonna believe in?
how they gonna receive it?
or do they even need it?

[chorus: terence trent d’arby]
i tried to bend my knees
but my knees were already bent
i haven’t stood like a man for such a long time now
i called to my god but he was sleeping on that day
i guess i’ll just have to depend on me, oh

[verse 2: riky rick]
(yeah, uh)
reminiscing about the hard times
i know i’m living on borrowed time
i’m the greatest of all time
but i’m tired and i wanna put the ball down, eish
mama tole me look where you are now, uh
if you leave it riky we all down, yeah
if you leave it riky we all suffer, eish
that kinda pressure is a motherf-cker
why did it have to be me? (why did it have to be me?)
red eyes but can’t see (red eyes but can’t see)
late nights but can’t sleep (late nights but can’t sleep)
these days i can’t weep (these days i can’t cry no more)
[pre-chorus: riky rick]
sometimes i feel like i wanna leave it
if i leave then who they gonna believe in?
how they gonna receive it?
or do they even need it?

[chorus: terence trent d’arby]
the cool september blows the seeds away
the harvest blown again this year
but i’ll return a stronger man
i’ll return to me my homeland
no grave shall hold my body down
this land is still my, my home

this land is still, my home
this land is still, my home

- riky rick

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