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letra de julia - shane eagle

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[intro]
90’s, 90’s, 90’s
99
90’s, yeah
ah 90’s, 90’s, 90’s, yeah
99
90’s, yeah
we want peace, the freedom, peace
yeah yeah
i got some sh-t to say

[verse 1]
thoughts of visualizing heaven
n-gg-, we don’t talk about h-ll
’cause i got n-gg-s doing life i know they burn in that cell
i know you n-gg-s never heard of this sh-t
it’s that make your fan base never heard of you sh-t
i heard they’re legalizing mary jane on the block
but you was quick to judge when we was smoking off the top
roll one and i get lost in my thoughts
i try to picture life if i wasn’t a rapper from start
maybe college
run and get myself a lil’ diploma
i know n-gg-s that have got it
they’re still chilling on the corner
they rap about the diamonds and never about the violence
and always about the jewels and never about the pools
that my people still drowning in
yeah, money flowing out it’s never coming in
yeah, i see ’em hand picking all these n-gg-s for the hit
what don’t you understand young n-gg- i’m the sh-t
i watch them all change when they go and get a hit
remember not to eat where you motherf-cking sh-t
that’s both label
i’ve got the game in the palm of my hands
i know that god, he gon’ rock with the plan
til 99

[refrain]
90’s, 90’s, 90’s
99
90’s, yeah
ah 90’s, 90’s, 90’s, yeah
99
90’s, yeah
who knew?

[chorus]
we want the peace, the freedom, on top of the cheese
we want the freedom on the top of the cheese
we want the peace, the freedom, on top of the cheese
we want the freedom on the top of the cheese

[verse 2]
i get emotional to think about how far we done came
if you’re not black you don’t understand the struggle the same
now that’s facts
i’ve seen how my people’s held back in the trap
don’t tell ‘em move forward, don’t you do it it’s a trap
praying for some strength of the things that i lack
that i lack, that i lack
yo, something’s in the closet
never had the doctorate
mr president got the money in his pockets
my people starving
i’m my people’s calling
i’m like people’s marvin
on a sunday morning no one talking
now these n-gg-s think i’m getting deep
nah my n-gg-, you’re too shallow
moving out the cribs
i got n-gg-s in the gallows, yeah
the gallows, yeah

[chorus]
we want the peace, the freedom, on top of the cheese
we want the freedom on the top of the cheese
we want the peace, the freedom, on top of the cheese
we want the freedom on the top of the cheese

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