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letra de the light - slyte

[verse1]
i been rubbin’ on my head, just to see if i can heal this
walking on the edge, just to see if i can k!ll this dread
with a little free fall, can you feel this
all in all, a n-gga beat y’all to the punch
if i’m fallin’ off, sh-t i beat y’all to the lunch
if it’s l1cking off, should i kick off with a punt
or pull a hail mary out my -ss with a stunt
i’m blunt, i think i need that sh-t in my life
if want it, then i need that sh-t
if i’m right, that -ssumption can indeed get rich
and slyte made it, so i heed that sh-t
that’s the only n-gga with me when i’m puttin’ in work
only n-gga with me when i’m feelin’ the dirt
fallin’ on my casket, what more could i ask then
i don’t need the praise, i just need somethin’ lasting
if i get some hate, we’d be even i’m past it
if i get some head and a good book read
and another wrong done, and a good hook in
and another song done, i’d be hooked up then
i’m simple as slyte, it’s written in light
of the circ-mstances we be standin’ in life
it’s easy as cake, but not as easy to make
i shoulder this mic, just so we can escape
(hey)

[chorus]
i don’t see the light (3x)
but the light see me
that’s right, that’s right
i don’t see the light (3x)
but the light see me
that’s right

[verse 2]
how many blacks i done been through tonight
how many racks i done been through in life
i’m tired of keepin’ count, i just keep it a thou’
then i expect some honesty from people around
but uh
i think i’m caught up in all of this fake sh-t
i been brought up with the fraudulent artisans, hate when
n-ggas can get to hollerin’ for acknowledgement
and i just keep it in me, just to keep me from botherin’ satan
with these problems, i just need me an o
so i can keep on dreamin’ ’bout me keepin’ a hold
on all the inconsistency my people been throwed
coincidentally i think i keep it controlled
i keep from the faux, for better or worse
man i just keep the pistol, the gift and the curse
i think the latter is lifted when i embrace with the first
but what the f-ck do i know, i may be makin’ it worse
i may be thinkin’ too much, or i ain’t thinkin’ enough
i’m thinkin’ it’s me, but i could leave it in dust
i stick to my guns so i can breathe when it’s done
and if i cease to exist, then my speakin’ is done
you can grieve if you want, but then the grieving is done
and slyte can live on, man that’s the art of the tongue
it’s easy as cake, but not as easy to make
i shoulder this mic, just so we can escape

[chorus]

- slyte

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