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letra de the victim - souleye

the stakes are high /
plus, the weights heavy /
i’ve been around the globe /
yeah i’ve seen plenty /
enough to hold a conversation /
an ordinary commentary /
through out the planet /
these underground rappers are buried /
unlimited talent their hands reaching out of the ground / i attempt to lift them up /
with a cup that’s half full / i pour a little out /
its like rain falling down straight from the clouds / and as we wrestle temptations /
the temperatures risings /
i’m purging my trauma no longer /
holding on to the drama / i need a shaman in my life / who prepares me for my rebirth /
place me in the center of the pyramids /
sacred is the seed that’s the earth /
i live and i learn i can see that the pain that i feel /
is for growth / a gift i discovered /
the strength and the gain /
i no longer play the victim /
i know you’re not to blame /

verse 2

back and forth through these trap doors /
i’m not a walking corpse /
i’m not a victim to life circ-mstance /
i circ-mvent chance and place my self /
in a position to advance /
and maybe plant medicine’s the answer we need /
to finally learn to grieve /
well that’s cancer relief / death of the ego /
leaves me to wonder if life has a sequel /
i’m standing at the top of a mountain looking down / at the canopy below /
it’s evening autumn / i don’t want to fall but the foliage is so beautiful i hearing it calling me /
it sounds like angels singing a symphony /
divinely orchestrated why is heaven so debated /
the human race losing touch with the sacred /
we’re running right past it /
i wish we could slow down /
i believe in miracles they’re happening right now /

verse 3

imagine waking up with no tv /
no electricity and your phone won’t work /
check the radio but not one station comes on /
feel the panic outside something is wrong /
it’s that chest tight feeling why are we even here /
if all we do is complain, argue, fight, live with envy /
a bunch of hungry hippos /
hippocrates living toxic /
gossip talking behind each others backs /
there was once a poem i read from a boy who /
grew up as an adult living that poor me mentality / raised in poverty / lack of community /
that little boy was me / chaos created family /
no longer do i cling to my old past /
there’s a new paradigm for my life at last /
i’m waking up from unconscious demands /
i’ve had this monster under my bed /
now i hold his hand /

- souleye

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