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letra de my nature - s-ra

[intro]
did we have chances to watch the rain come down?
did we sit on the front porch waiting for the sundown?
i woke up and died
is it worth writhing in ire so the good times can rebound?
this is my nature, and nothing else can change me
i’ll live and die knowing that i did nothing for history
cause memories are just stories we tell ourselves
is pain supposed to feel good when we’re inside of sound?

[hook]:
this is my nature, and nothing else can change me
i’ll live and die knowing that i did nothing for history
cause memories are just stories we tell ourselves (2x)

remember the days that went past, of the times that everyone said i canned your -ss?
threw your past back to the back of the mast, and cast the memories diversely among the cl-ss?
told them all that you p-ssed, cause they can’t help but ask, at long last, do i get my chance?
do ya believe as long as the future time succeeds the past, your honor, praise, and name shall last?
is it really my duty to ensure your expanse, and prance for your childish love of song and dance?
can we truly relate at first glance, am i wasting my time in advance, going after you in a trance?
are you waking up yet? has the moment blast? am i a rebel, or just a notebook outcast?
does this make us contrast? have i found the true you that i had always saw aghast?
remember when i was unabashed, that people called me white trash, that apparently i had splashed?
is this sensual torture? is it love or just an illusion of the last? can’t figure it out, is my opinion gashed?
can’t you answer me, fans? what do you know about people who look like a ball of sh-t am-ssed?
this f-cking beat confuses me, i can’t tell, is that my lads, or just dumb-sses in hoodies and rags?
have they come to save me from this jazz, or am i just f-cked up and want to cut off everyone’s gonads?
i’m hiding who i really am till i collapse, or am i just coming off of relapse, perhaps, but i’ve tried to keep it under wraps
business can’t influence my handwritten book of maps, i’m still going my own direction, so relax
i’ll stay underground if i have to, h-ll, i may even elapse, but i never expect them to cut slacks
so i keep on the attack, but i’m the rapper with a hundred and one comebacks on my track
and every line goes black as i try to take the audience aback, but that’s hard from my knock back
so here goes my only shot, cause i’m throwing away the wrapper and i’m eating the snack
but it won’t matter if i get dropped, because then i’m not bad or good, i can’t just be whack
i’ll be the young white boy who got martyred so some tax collector could scratch his sack
and my future is entirely dependent on the people who become heroes and decide to give back
but i can’t stay on the same road for long, like the led zeppelin song, there are two paths, unpack
i can either keep writing these raps and let them be judged by the industry and hang back
or i can get an education based on the writing that i p-ss, and get a guaranteed stack
but of course everything in live has its flaws and drawbacks, and i’m not ready to commit to plaque
because i know d-mn well i’m capable of getting that aventador jet black, so here, eat the dirt track
just watch me grow famous, i d-mn -ssure you, i could find it hard to bounce back
but people say i sold out already, that i’m not ready quite yet, and i’m thinking that should be taken back
because i’ve had the same song on playback for about 30 minutes so i could listen and trim back
beautiful pain instrumental, yo, it’ll help me write this song, and thanks, em, i’ll k!ll the track
so here comes an end to the revolutionary saga, it’s time to turn off the music and go pitch black

[hook]:
this is my nature, and nothing else can change me
i’ll live and die knowing that i did nothing for history
cause memories are just stories we tell ourselves (2x)

is pain supposed to feel good when we’re inside of sound?
we never had chances to watch the rain come down
we never got to sit on the porch waiting for sundown
she woke up and died
it’s not worth writhing in ire so the good times can rebound…

- s ra

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