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letra de self made - savior monroe

raised in the 90s, praised for the rhyming
looking at the eyes of the shady and grimy
mom and my dad was a slave for the whiteys
working like a dog for minimum wage pricing
i don’t blame em’ for ending in rage nightly
racist try to trap me i’m bending the cage fighting
breaking out the trap, i finish with great timing
taking out the cap, no fiction today, try me
industry fakes slimy, slithering snakes i’ll be
revealing the pretenders and filling the page writing
i gotta stay underground, for the owner safety
they hate me, cus i say you can’t control a race, b
lack fighters, but we got soldiers for the bakery
everybody making bread, know you know its tasty
mad cus i wouldn’t let the greedy system rape me
see me independent cus you n-ggas didn’t pay me
get it how i get it can’t no seedy pimp erase me
hate to see black excellence with dead presidents
they rather see us act negative with dead relatives
so my songs pack messages and add sedatives
medicine for the cracker heritage and they perish with
knowing that they kids kids see us as the best there is
they follow every thing we say because they swear it’s lit
how it feel to know your kids love rap
more than they like that other stolen sh-t, f-ck that
bust back, talking rakim, black star, wu-tang
jay, x, nas, em, pac, lamar, lil wayne
if we get paid to inspire they kids
it p-ss em’ off further so they try to hire a hit
the typa hit that’ll try to come and tarnish careers
it’ll only work if you never can conquer your fears
of another person knowing you better than you
fear of failure, being broke or being dead in a suit
can’t live ya life a lie if you telling the truth
hip hop is knowledge doing what we said it’ll do
but they want us in hypocrisy, disease and poverty
spend our last on drugs, hoes, liquor, weed and lottery
old church, child support and ghetto shopping sprees
but i’ma keep preaching til’ my message out of me
til’ the whole world listening and cowards out for me
or make a sacrifice like a robert downing scene
playing ironman cause you brain dead as zombies be
unless you take my blood you can’t amount to me
i ain’t the savior to energy vampires
make a plan, god laughs send me the satire
stand your own ground or be sinking in quagmire
family guys claiming they really a quagmire
not from the west but my scenery that fire
trim my own fat, now the duo is camp phire
if i ever fall, its a studio that hires
rap n-ggas trash til’ i eq the fat liars
hit em’ with a low blow, and filter your speech
a mid range fighter with a gun and clip in the reach
hit em’ high when they high like addicted to trees
hired to k!ll, this gig a hurt but sentiments cease
feel bad for my enemies and sometimes f-ck crime
can’t get away with black murder like one time
the only one to keep it real in person and on line
is savior, i’ve risen from the dirt for the sun shine

- savior monroe

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