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letra de neva da same - sceyentifik

things ain’t been the same since my gma died, things ain’t been for the twins since uncle lonnie died, things ain’t been the same since i lost my alibi

things ain’t been the same since my girl watched her mother die,things won’t be the same since cliph uncle and his nana’s died, things won’t be the same for my brothers since they father died

i’ll never forget the words michael you can be what you want, still got diapers in the trunk, i tried to drop off twicе a month, but i forgot those,i got sick you got sicker i got corona she nеver got those, she loved me since i was snot nose,wanna be a man and be all you can be go where your pops go,,i ain’t going to the military,removed some weeds off dad’s head stone in the cemetary,especially after that last convo with chappo loved my gma cooking but keep the portuguese pot roast,you love jesus i love allah and that’s the gospel, and as they lay you down and i watch the top close,i think about bleach water letting our socks soak, you loved my music but wasn’t rap fan,me and her brought you bed sheets then played you in some pac man

when they think of lonnie harper they think about the hops,i like to think about the time he jumped over a car for a bet james pope didn’t pay up,thought it was sweet and he got socked,hate to think about the time he was handcuffed by the law and got his jaw broke by a cop while everybody watched ,yall can oh my god oh my eel i was in shock,heart of a pac,eye of a tiger,heart of gold,heart of an ox,he was only 5’8 but could play the block,that’s big,remember the time he didn’t stretch and then slipped on a wet floor then overstretched his crotch,he lost a t-st-cl- and wasn’t supposed to have children,after that he had 3 seeds what a blessing,forever wear my seatbelts valuable lesson,wish history was written down in pencil,we were used to seeing you fly but not through the window, i came home hug and met the mother,in a web of lies,the present has a past with the brother,it just proves we’re codependent and all connected to eachother,lost the joy it was all a ploy,its stuck on pause never been coy,wanted a girl wanted a boy,a harriet tubman or a brandon roy,richard pryor i was a toy

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