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letra de you got me - sbyb

[verse 1: ill-t]
a n-gg- does as a n-gg- does
run, from the ghetto if you want
the nightmares will haunt
cus the past and your future never part
and the present just a sh-tty gift
but i gotta take what god gives
even if we dirty ghetto kids
and mommys just a n-gg- lover
and you fathers side hates you exist
and supposedly my mother
is a devil, they all five percent
i got light skin, but it
seems like my blood don’t mix
and plus christian is my religion
crosses burn when this much friction
its a gap im trying to put a bridge in
because ending the division is my ambition
maybe vision, just imaginative fiction
but the tallest tree sheds its leafs
maybe they’ll bond over me when i leave
when i finally cease to the breathe
will i be a matyr for a peace?
……..
no, but its comforting thing to believe

[verse 2: 61sm21]
fighting through the rap game i know im left with bruises
it dont look too good but in the end who wins who loses
i worked hard never shook cut no bends f-ck your excuses
ill take scars over losing but in the end my success
is conclusive, born to make music but it’s me who chooses
to not be reclusive, to evolve from being clueless
to intelligence, my thoughts are kind but tenebrous
in the end i p-ssed the eleven – plus
numbers were my work’s inheritance
i capitalised on everyone else’s negligence
y’all are too scared to try your dreams
you compromise your eloquence
for a fake early development
forced to live empty lives your address is the evidence
you’d rather smoke your problems away i work them to oblivion
thats why your bars are dime a dozen mine are ingrained like an idiom
i retain my integrity im still left of centre like a bolivian
my bars contain plutaniam your attacks are more like the libyans!
in the past your bullying attempts left my cranium unphased
but back to the future your reaction proves i left you crazed

[hook]
if you were worried ’bout where
i been or who i saw or
what club i went to with my homies
baby, don’t worry
you know that you got me

[verse 3: the prxphet]
when i rap, i’m looking back instead of forwards
i got four words for you, me rapping’s a horror
sit on the corner, press play on my recorder
on the border of giving up, i was tortured
said i was bad at rapping, felt like a mortar
shoved into my stomach, they hungry for more
therefore, i wasn’t loved by no new yorker
i interconnect when i post raps on internet explorer
spinning myself into a net like a spider web
get excited, but i’m not a rapper or a performer
i got supporters, somehow but i’m not a warrior
get bashed by bullies like they were transformers
my raps form friends, so i get on your nerves
in fact, i came far away from a land of foreigners
that’s why people think i’m full of rare disorders
try getting taken by people that are like exporters

[verse 4: liiight]
dear helen
i heard you launched a million ships today
red tides wreck at sh-r- when i’m on my game
hurricane hurricane let it rain 40 nights and 40 days
i’m tryna feed us both with not a fish to my name
that’s probably the best because she takes no pity
no need for therapy sessions, one take one sitting
don’t even speak just stare because it seemed so fitting
singing to the muse of my creation
one of these days daenerys gone realize that she need me
i could care less if she needy
but until then i’m a lonely crow but still murder
claws on anyone that has in anyway hurt her
never more shall we be ever poor
me and the wings of night with good rapport
afflicted by affinities for anything and everything
love at first sight but it was lost before the christening
i’m here to always hear, eternities spent listening
i watch you from afar and at these angles you are glistening
seraphim all around my angel and her ministry
she guides lost souls with her eyes working biochemistry
maybe if she hear this she’ll know just what she meant to me
sincerely
paris

- sbyb

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