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letra de i can't cope - skipp coon & mister nick

[verse 1: skipp coon]
in between rap music and jesus
all i know about is women, revolution and sneakers
streets taught me to value air max and beepers
the sweatshops sold what the dope fiends reap us
turning poverty to profit, that’s something that hunger teaches
they seeing firearms, we praying that god reach us
praying for the floor, knowing we stuck in the bleachers
cold world keep us clutching them heaters
to be a star in the hood, you gotta have rims and speakers
the truth hurts, we love the lies they feed us
catch-22, get ate by the pigs and cheetahs
wolves at the doorbell, markets, corners and beaters
we boxed by the thoughts they teach us
and it’s a thin line between a pimp and a preacher
religion send the reaper to greet us
left heaven, found h-ll, coming up out alex urethra

[hook x8]
i can’t cope

[verse 2: skipp coon]
in between blue lines, i write rhymes
a byproduct of deacons and dollar signs, christians and drug crimes
i’d rather bus a table than bust a nine
ain’t no point of me lying, i’m at the breaking point in my mind
it’s ‘bout the art, i could never get signed
and i promise i’m fine, i stay on my grind, keep honing my lines
rappers rap about the game when they ride the pine
then they talk about ki’s when they nickel and dime
see, i don’t believe in sprite, you either lemon or lime
if you ain’t telling the truth then you gotta be lying
i’m dying, sooner or later, so i’m c-cking my iron
i’m fighting for freedom, then i know it’s gonna be mine
i’d die in the struggle ‘fore i stand on the lies
they know the power of the drums so they poison the rhymes
i feel like malcolm peeking out of the blinds
or nat turner in the field at the site of the sign

[hook x8]

[verse 3: skipp coon]
i’m the same age as crack and aids
with a ski mask and gauge, i will not live a slave
bury me next to dolly’s grave
it is what it is, us uppity n-ggas’ll never behave
my palms face heaven when i pray, but i’m saved
i feel like the deacons with they weapons raised
manhattan for some beads were a h-ll of a trade
they ain’t been nothing but trouble since they came out them caves
they never made nothing but war and plagues
they never had nothing but nerve to invade
the bombings and oppression prove that they brave
i only watch two shows: the wire and ofays
strings come attached to everything they gave
death is for certain, i will not be afraid
the debts they made can’t be repaid
i don’t salute that flag, i’d rather see it ablaze

i can’t cope

- skipp coon mister nick

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