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letra de south carolina struggle - snowgoons

[verse 1: qualm of savage brothers]
in my city blocks we got projects that’s one story
watch the pit walk with no leash and hold a gun for me
kids get knocked by police and get a drug story
smokin’ weed, running the streets, saying “f-ck authority”
sellin’ trees at thirteen, i got a hustle story
moms broke her back when i’m twelve, i got all hungry
ball done struggle for so many years and i love her for it
made me to the man that i am and i hug her for it
even though these streets are concrete, we in the jungle forest
ghetto girls all over the world having sons aborted
locked us up, throw us in cuffs, wе can’t afford a lawyer
devils with high school levеls now are appointed for ya
that’s how it is in sc streets, you got to hug the corner
just to make twenty five g’s with one hundred quarters
a grim fate buried on old state
and run up on your third shift, dark syndicate, columbian kids
[verse 2: knowledge of savage brothers]
’89 around the time that pops left
now we gotta go move to the projects
section 8 sometimes jobless
mom stressed out plus me and my brother got some hard heads
forced to make an earning at arnett’s
a street conquest with bomb threats to congress
who got the longest, arms leave you harmless
we in the hood ducking cops with the convicts
them big dunts is filled with chronic
the streets in south carolina ain’t harmless
we catch you sleepin’, the guns the alarm, kid
poverty stricken, stomach touching our ribs
stray cats and garbage, forty ounces of porridge
we on the run for a warrant
lot of weight on my shoulders, feel that i’m the dopest
mc, you other rappers is hopeless
stay focused, overdoses of corrosive notions

[verse 3: lord lhus]
traveled footsteps along the path of righteousness we follow
in the gutter with broke mothers can’t sleep their stomachs hollow
our father holds up the bottle sipping away his dreams
won’t bother to hear his sorrow, we slipping away, it seems
with my hunger to get the cream, selling trees, rocking the mic
at times seems out of my reach, stay strong for the fight
snowgoons put us on, i thank the earth for that
for real word is bond, put columbia on the map
south cack metro where the crackheads roam
dodge the richland county hogs ’til they bustin’ in your home
guns drawn, found we livin’ in a school zone
you can’t escape it, everywhere it’s the same old song
sip on the patrón and try relieving some stress
but in the dirty south seems like everybody’s racist
south carolina, you see a church on every block
the bible belt, we stay ducking white conservative cops
feel me
[outro: vibez]
from city to city, we struggling ridin’ for this paper
and you know we’re pulling capers, south cack is gonna shine
and you know i’ll keep it humble, but i gotta keep a hustle
and i’m gonna try until the day i close my eyes (eyes)

- snowgoons

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