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letra de you are - sakaree & desolate lands

[act ii: spite]

[intro: jackaltheblackal]
castaholics! real, hex, warfare!
desolation bankroll boys
marching through thick forests of agony
on soulfire stallions
don’t be late- uhh uhh yuhh

[verse 1: jackaltheblackal]
let you chase for what i once wished for
jaco hurried the weather, spit scattered
“pack it up”? whom was spoken of – scrutinised
first catch, blank canvas
more the geese gravitate towards a goose game
turn back dilapidated, for the loose race
the whole droopy face
my blues raise my ears higher, a bass player
stoic, stalling worse – regression’s becoming the worst type of trying poet
proposed the prose up for the rendezvous, copied who’s
demiurge’s demiurge cringing – sewed once the god saluted
plenty heard, send me her grins, boss would only convolute
the petty words, trialling tricks application
less sh-t for whichever job suited for a broke student
“an unpaid internship, plus a graveyard shift, does that bother you?”
mob shooting a deadpan delivery
everybody’s a dunce in their eyes; ride on time, to the door through summer
silent screamer, m-ffling through the c-n-ls, but the voice more purposeful
much stronger, cuts through the ties, against the cabal – i wasn’t merciful
[interlude: sakaree!]
desolation radio
bringing ruination back
from 1645
i’m stepping out the bank- stepping- uhhh said- uhhh, uhhh
pour up that mana pot, baby!

[verse 2: sakaree!]
i’m stepping out the bank head to toe in ricky owen (yup)
the only way i get the money flowings in a poem
my ego growing ever since i started hoeing
plenty women begging for the d-ck but i keep them blowing (yup)
it’s big wizard, all knowing, best believe i’m glowing (yup)
the vault stacked, facts, plenty heat that i been stowing
i used to hit the wax until i’m higher than a boeing
cut from a different cloth that god spent a decade sewing (decade)
i put my p-ssy in the beat, b-tch i’m ten toeing (yes i did, yes i did)
they tryna ride the wave turbulent, they steady rowing (yup)
i’m bruce lee, dodging all the shots that they be throwing
one second darling, i got loops to k!ll, i’ll be a moment
i thought sh-t was sweet till true colours started showing
snakes in the grass, hear them hiss and i get to mowing (hiss, hiss)
summer sun, blinked twice & it started snowing
coat on, forward march into the storm, i keep on going

- sakaree desolate lands

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