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letra de fleeting... (optimistic despair) - speed on the beat

[hook: speed on the beat]
aimlessly walking through the concrete
bobbing my head to a banging–ss beat
trying to find a way for me and my son to eat
but n0body seems to be hiring…
so, i contemplate running up on n-ggas
got the gun and i’m ready to pull the trigger
and just like that, i’m pulled right back
to sanity, though the feeling is fleeting…

[verse one: speed on the beat]
paint the picture like an auteur-created author
then, go slay the world, just like your daddy taught you
nut up, little motherf-cker. you’re definitely ready for war
so, like hova said, back in the day, “what the h-ll’re ya waiting for?”
you wanna go stab and shoot me, rape my soul and loot me?
to try to reroute me to the truth that you seek?
but, my truth be a bit more abstract…
so, back back before i grab the cl!ck-clack and that is that
i grew up in the 410, jack, and i’ve done my dirt
i’ve paid my dues, and i’ve seen some of my loved ones merked
my…father couldn’t even see my walk across the stage
and that was on one of his better days
the skies for speed? forever a shade a gray
even if there’s not a cloud in the sky, the pain still remains
so, let it pour, let it pour, let it drown out my soul
until i can’t feel it anymore…man, what is the goal (when i’m)

[hook]

[verse two: speed on the beat]
jovanni, jovanni, jovanni…what will i do with you?
your mommy’s got love, and your daddy does, too
but, love doesn’t keep the lights on or you under a roof
and my job’s on some bullsh-t, so when will i break through?
they blatantly said i don’t get leads because i’m black
that’s that “clear one” advantage right there, do you get the crack?
i take a p-ss break ten seconds over their rules…
and they send in the troops, “heil!”–like they did with true
popped another prozac, tell ’em “man, up the dosage!”
“i can’t feel it anymore and i need another opening.”
“it seems…klonopin’s giving my lucid dreams…”
“flashing lights, pretty things, except when you’re trying to sleep…”
some of those daemons’re still alive
and they’ve seeped out of my mind, and into this real life
like i said, man these are real world problems…
and i know that only i can solve them (when i’m)

[hook]

[verse three: speed on the beat]
they talk about pop a molly, i’m sweating (whoo!)
naw, i pop a condom? i’m stressing (dude!)
if i pop a shot, uh, i’m flexing…
and if i k!ll a cop i’m being hung (oooooh)
by my neck, even if it’s in self-defense
and i didn’t shoot him and he’s firing automatics at me…
and he didn’t identify he as an officer…
what the f-ck is up with this judicial system?
is it sequester time all throughout the world?
have all our powerful figures figured their heads into dirt?
for what it’s worth…it was flawed anyway…
but, it kind of ran uncorrupted for seventy-one days
scratch that. 71? lemme think
that’s about the time it took to “resecure” wounded knee
d-mn, i wish you could all see my air quotes
as i’m making my way downtown through the smoke (as i’m)

[hook]

[outro]

- speed on the beat

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