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letra de genesis - rojelio

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[verse 1]
i was a youngling
runnin’ on fuel of dreams
achieve it by any means
life’s too short to not make any cream

capone
in my past life
locked up in bricks
it was sh-t
just a visionary running with the homeless kids

seen as a criminal
barely minimal
formidable enemies i shun
i seem to never won
public enemy number one

newspapers needed clarity
donated to local charities
marry me
ladies just maybe
maybe life was crazy

sittin’ back
hittin’ the crack
i’m smitten to hittin’ a k!ller in black
riddin’ the pigs
despisin’ disguisin’ those hidin’ to ridin’ my pockets to diein’

cardiac arrestin’
confession my lesson
to god i’m confessin’
i’m stressin’ my life’s a messin’
my final place i see i’m restin’

[verse 2]
cannibis
can a b-tch
member half of my life was better than this
regrettin’ the settin’ i’m settlin’ in this
my life just became a genesis

reborn
already reborn
woke up from the devil’s h-rns
it’s scorn
i suffered a fate in an enternal storm

a new body
feelin’ the life
seein’ the life
seein’ the strife
born in a new time
fifty two years since the day i died

a young latino
divino
asesino
pero es fino
para sino
por la nueva vida
now i can finally see ya

life was h-ll
trapped in a prison cell
of my time
new age of my kind, never kind
never sleeping like a new york state of mind

tryin’ but diein’ on tides that i’m ridin’
it’s trifle i’m riled and loaded like rifles
it’s crazy, just maybe i’m hating too crazy
f-ck it
unh

[verse 3]
this new life feelin’ real grim
pausin’ it like a comma
the drama the drama of barely seein’ my only mama

lonely, depressed and
i’m just an adolescent
never learning a lesson
it’s pressin’
in haywood, times kept me stressin’

chilling with the wrong crew
frustrated and hated the people i hated
it’s plated
my fate is
perfectly plated
perfectly plated yuh

serial k!ller mind state
the danger zone
corleone
the name’s rojelio
test me though
and i might put one in your cerebral zone

visions
precision on triggers
scopin’ the tokens of pockets that bigger
it figures, it figures
the path to a figure of six
is harder than this

flippin’ n rippin’ my demons away
k!llin’ n stealin’ a dollar today
get out the way
get out my way
i need some room to make my own fate

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