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letra de poetry - salvatore

we asked who to call if the angels want you dead?
but to get away from them, you gotta the barrel to your head. but ill stay instead.
hatred is a strong feeling. im full of that sh-t.
i need some healing, instead i take another hit.
im burrying it under the sand, but itl come back up soon, prolly when theres no light except for the moon

i hope i dont showit
i know im near the bottom
h-lls right below it.
and im sure the devil will know it.
they say im religious,
i say more superst-tious,
but now i realize theres really no difference.
like pac, i wanna have a party at my funeral and just let everyone rock.
ill watch it from the clouds
and be happy too see
they think im in a better place, but the only one up here is me. maybe ill wake up from this nightmare.
but i really dont care.
its a little scare.
it is only fair.
cuz i live a life of sin.
but dont hold a grude.
try to push me in,
i promise i won’t budge.

they say the devil once k!lled his parents.
called it a double header.
so if he asks me to dance,
ill be sure to dance better. listen to these words, because this all might be true.
but when it becomes reality is all up to you.
they say death only comes once a lifetime,
but i doubt it.
you k!ll as much as you want, just never speak about it.
im saying this all because i know more then i should.
not because i was born in a crime striken hood.
im young to the point where i can’t be blamed for a crime.
that being said im gonna take advantage of this time

swag spelt backwords is gaws. imma need some after my verses rip apart my jaws.
but i dont think im the best, im just a kid like rest.
with a new york fitted.
some tan dockers to match with it.
but i dontwanna be in this game, infact ill just quit it.
i rock to the beat of drum,
but dont know where that beat is coming from.
lifes a rich pr-ck, swatting jobs like flies
so when life gives you lemons, squirt them in his eyes.
but i work for that d-ck, he pays me nicely ever week.
sometimes walk up to his office hoping to crack the door to sneek a peek

when i was young, i would see figures in my room late at night. now i only see them when i reach a certain height.
i can guess what they are,
but really rather not tell.
that way i can have a choice between my heaven and my h-ll. i got some dreams that money just can’t buy.
and i got better things to do then find girls and get high. adrenaline brings my mind to a totally different place.
so if you swing towards me, ill prolly just lauph in your face.

im almost 16 and still talk with imaginaries.
but theyr not my friends, but nor are they my enemies
theres a great amount of them. and they all ignore me.
its funny, cuz they used to adore me

when it rains, it sure does come down.
so come under my umbrella, but whatchout for chris brown. what i see, inside of me, must be sodomy.
with my girl right beside of me. they say what goes around comes around, but whoever they are, are prolly sleepin in the ground.
i have dreams of people bursting into flames when theres women sleepin nextto me whom i dont know the names

- salvatore

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