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letra de buddy (1998) - silas

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yo, yo

[verse 1]
what’s my purpose? know it’s deeper than the surface
everything these people say is nothing, know that they be fronting
cause i came up in a time, rhyming specials on my mind
just wanna be the illest and hope that the world gon’ feel this
but f-ck it, i’m on my own sh-t, that sh-t that make me feel good
remind me back when i had started just to feel good
like we ain’t from the hood but i seen it as my outlet
people saying i be nothing now they never doubt him
chip on my shoulder, my girl been pushing corollas
i need a change here, man i need to change fear
out my motherf-ckin’ mind til i’m finally seeing clear
if you didn’t know, my family always called me “buddy”
swear i used to f-ckin’ hate it, now i think back to the lovely times
stress ain’t all up on my mind, just started to bust a rhyme
swear i know what i been here to do
can’t let fear control you, tryna see the real in you, yeah

[voicemail interlude: mom]
at the tone, please record your message. when you are finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options
hey buddy, it’s mom. give me a call back when you get this, okay? love you, bye

[verse 2]
i feel the difference on these late nights i’ve been happier
my energy enclosed for something great and i suppose
that my life is on a different path, deeper than just rap
and i swear i can help the people, stop them from just living evil
buddy, buddy, do you know how i’ve been feeling now?
pushing through this life and i’ve been praying that you figure out
take ’em back to when i used to say i’d find a way
feels like a decade and no that ain’t no time to waste
but do you really know the truth cause when i rhyme it through
know these verses heaven sent for everything that i’ve been through
[?] seen it i’m talking dreaming
leaving anger in the past cause the pain it never lasts
time to focus why i fell in love with rapping, here’s what happened
when you put a boy with nothing inside of a booth compacted
and you lacking to show your roots
you lacking, just go and tell the truth
can’t let fear control you, tryna see the real in you

- silas

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