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letra de retired - sacred hoop

[intro]
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[verse 1]
pass by the people who consume themselves, with everybody’s life but they own
peace to the people who cocoon themselves
and fly from the nest all alone
and die all alone
without a red cent in they pockets
a compass in their conscience found direction for the nonsense
promise not to perpetrate
i would never paper chase
the greater face ain’t seen how tight my boots is laced

crawl through the rat race
grace you with my presence
if word is life and life is short then why you waste a sentence
temins full of peasants in the shadow with the palace
my chalice is my shelter
helps to keep my world in balance
i’m going to the store just to bounce a check
cause my moneys all spent on an ounce of hemp
i’d rather smoke and be broke
be dope and thought provoke
then act all low to stroke egos and hopes
i soak my soul and i toke my roach
no love through my throat while you’re shining your spokes
those who know, come float with me
the rest of you hoes are just a joke to me
and hopefully, you’ll never notice me
and just leave me alone with my poetry

[verse 2]
unknown stones where homegrown poems
it’s like holding an ice cream cone in a cyclone
let go of the microphone
go back to anonymity
you said that you were fresh
my lie detector got all squirrely
i saddle
my steed
and ride into the sunset
your battalion will be
your girl tell me don’t cum yet
streaming salty tears and open wounds
feel the steaming guilt
h0m-genize your blood like you was crying over spilled milk

voweling
trampling
you’re sl!ck and talk for bounty
a far cry from rocking rhymes
our raw beats founded proudly
for a moment enjoy the mountain, boy
you’re bound to end the beauty
you wrote your rhymes at sunday school
i wrote my rhymes on [?]
caught you in the closet rockin’ high heels
and hot pants
told you keep it real
but keep your hands off
my pot plants
prostitute yourself and hustle ass on the radio
my ill frequency will muscle pass you in stereo
welcome to your funeral
forgot to have it catered too
your corpse, we ate it
friends and family couldn’t make it
not that any decent people would attend anyway
starving children see you throw your spare pennys away
mc’s dream of how i cremate them on stage
then wake up with chapped lips and burns on their legs
the moral to the story, theres no love because
no matter what a man does one day he’ll be a was
[?]

[verse 3]
look at peter with his shirt tucked in too tight
yesterday he beat her now
she wanna love him tonight
i wonder why i’ll never understand
the thunder cries
the rain drills holes in the sand
i fell in love with the thought of it
but with no bait, no hook, no doubt
i never caught a fish

the harness is tied to tied hard barbed wire
no ones admired ’cause
all lives expire
buy her all debt to that material gift
i fly by on my bike
acting serious [?]
phone calls in the night
and then not
hanging up
it’s me and my couch
and a
gang of bud
can’t thank you enough
can’t blame you enough
getting closer to death
and it’s the same old stuff
henrietta
bull jivin like she got it all figured out
frontin’ like she never had me on in her mouth

- sacred hoop

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