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letra de runs in the family, pt. ii - sunlight2003

intro:
19th of october, 2017
your grandma has just been taken to hospital, we think she has had a stroke

verse 1:
these gaps in my head, nothing can replace ‘em
my mind is vacant, stopped working, i’m patiently waiting
for things to go back to the way that they were
before a d-mn thing happened and i knew for sure
what i was doing, but yea, i’m releasing my anger
because for months it felt like my own mind was a stranger
i didn’t even know myself, my career halted to a stop
and in my head, it felt like the death of hip hop
but nah, you haven’t heard the best of me yet
well yea, my destiny’s set, but this mic and pen is the only way to get this off of my chest
i’ve been composing songs at my best
but i must confess, i’ve been different since grandma got in that hospital bed
cause i don’t know what to do with my life, i write and write
but i just can’t see how sun light is supposed to rise and pick up the mic
cause i’ve changed my insight and gave myself a fright
and i’m not sure how to fix it, but all i gotta do is fight
for this career that i planned in 2013
and 2017’s nearly over, i’m refining my word schemes
cause it won’t be long before i get back up on stage
end of 2018, drop my album and finish the page
interlude:
20th of january, 2018, i woke up, went to wash my face at the sink
looked up in the mirror to a different version of me
2 years younger, then his lips started to move
“what do you think about this idea i thought of? tell me the truth…”

verse 2:
what? sun light? well personally i think it’s great
perfect idea, lots of talent, i mean c’mon i made it
but i don’t know how it’s even gonna work out as a profession
it’s not realistic, plus yesterday, the doctor diagnosed depression
“what are you serious? how are we supposed to drop the album then?”
it’s not looking good, “maybe 2-0-1-9, then
hopefully i’ll have it ready” how? i’m on these tablets now
plus i’ve also gotta get my wisdom t–th out
ah! “what’s wrong?” i’ve got this sharp pain in my chest
it feels like a stab, godd-mnit i’m stressed
i think the only thing that i look forward to is rapping
but for about 6 months, even that don’t give me satisfaction
i’m not happy with the rhymes i’m coming up with
“it can’t be that bad, plus, when we record, we’re erupting”
erupting what? nothing, i can’t even function
but i’m hoping that this stress isn’t caused from the busking
but that’s just an assumption, it can’t be that, right?
cause every time i feel bad, right? i get the urge to pick up that mic
and blast right into the ears of listeners
but they don’t understand the lyrics the way that i’m feeling ‘em
“just keep your head up, a couple more bars and the song is written”
but i’ve exhausted my brain with feelings and there’s fog up in my vision
before all of this, my mind could see the album as a success
now all i see is death and stress, i need to put my head to rest
and stop thinking about those things, it’s all gonna be fine
sun light is a way of life, sam lihou is a lie
outro:
i guess it’s a pattern man, everything happens for a reason
i’m this way for a reason, and it isn’t a coincidence, i guess it runs in the family

- sunlight2003

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