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letra de rusted ghosts - soul khan

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[verse 1]: soul khan
i remember my mother pleading
telling me that this meeting with a needle wasn’t needed
it would leave me a disease
if they didn’t just sterilize it
the hiv or the hepat-tis
your generation is biased
you’ll see it when it’s completed

she’s saying she didn’t have to
i’m saying it’s just a tattoo
on my skin, but she made the kid that the skin’s attached to
“but what if they won’t have you in a jewish grave?”
well you can take them foolish ways and bury me beneath a buddha statue

i was surprised to find some friends were opposed
“like what about when you get wrinkled and it stretches and folds?”
but if i never take a step i could regret when i’m old
then my regrets’ll be the only thing that i’ll ever hold

so i slid in the chair, palms clutching the arms of it
my whole body was probably limp as a sock puppet
used to fear the pain, now it’s one of my favorite parts of it
cause there ain’t nothing more beautiful than the scar from it

[hook]: arthur lewis
some hear the voices
inside of their head
but i had mine
inscribed in my flesh
they realign me when i am depressed
at least i know what they’ll read when i’m dead

open and close
let it flow through your nose
or your little lungs might forget how to breathe
those rusted ghosts
made a home on your shoulders
and you can trust that they’ll never leave

[verse 2]: soul khan
“and the just man rages
in the wild’s where lions roam”
the first tat on my right rib, from the fliest poem
of william blake, when i was still afraid i’d die alone
and i was getting wasted every day like styrofoam

left arm’s john henry, hammer in hand
a tribute to the indisputable impact of a man
and that the united states is a graveyard of slaves
but only some of us are eating off the fat of the land

my right arm’s the gr-sshopper
from the fable of aesop
that sang songs while the ants labored and saved stock
of food for the winter, too cool to consider
he steadily succ-mbed to starvation as they watched

that colony of ants was responsible, right?
but they ain’t ever sang a motherf-cking song in their life
and those are just a couple of the tats that i got
i’ll holler at you when i’m back from the shop

[hook]: arthur lewis

- soul khan

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