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letra de young - scientiphika

(verse 1)
young and withering
the sun slivering through the blinds, i’m hearing whispers through the vines and chirping against wind chimes, embers dying on a window sill, that’s what my mornings consisted of, big ups to 4kids and pbs, see me dressed in denim shorts and sandles on first beach, moms put hershey kisses in the cocoa, i’m looking hurt in them photos on her wall, if you didn’t know me on aquidnick then you don’t no know me at all, i played soulja boy out the walkman, was by my solo often after my cousins moved back to curtis and we moved on to friendship, had a few friendships that didn’t last, for class i was always tardy cuz i didn’t wanna be there, low grades kept me grounded, drawing was an outlet, sketching black roses on my folder, cinnamon burning on the stove, masking marijuana’s odor, moms referred to it as medicine, it helped her deal with a closet full of skeletons, wasn’t til the year before last when we addressed them elephants, she shared how she’d thought of abortion, so to be here i’m fortunate, 19 doing it on her own, in that endeavour she wasn’t alone, i’m no stranger to broken homes though i’d like to see change in that department, we don’t need more babies chained to the margins

(hook x2)
young and withering the sun slivering through the blinds
we take it one day at a time
and you know we gon shine

(verse 2)
cassette tapes strung out, wife beaters when the suns out, on pavement we run routes, throw that bullet don’t lob it, in curtis corner projects heads bobbing to mike jacksons thriller, triple ogs striking matches to light the grill up, on sticky chicken get filled up then wash it down with a huggy, an older cousin learnt me chess on a stone bench, i’m hoping i could stay over again but tommorows a school day, moms saying “hurry up and get ya shoes laced, before we miss this bus” but it was too late and now we gotta hitch a ride, on the highway the hooptie caught fire, puffy coat attire, its after 12 and i’m not even tired, sitting on a tire drinking my saliva, thinking we should’ve stayed put, just another page out my book of life, before my auntie took a life and all was lively, turning back ya time peice is the last artifact of the 90s, classic by default, rapping in a bulk, bringing that whack ish to a halt

(hook x2)
young and withering the sun slivering through the blinds
we take it one day at a time
and you know we gon shine

- scientiphika

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