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letra de in a world - sutaijian

youre living in a world where, everyones wrong but you
youre living in a world where, they tell you your dreams won’t come true
youre living in a world ain’t n0body know your truth
so won’t you tell the world your truth

bring your kin to the funeral, place your wreaths at the final, inverted pedestal man is surely seated on, but i know you buy these knick-knacks to surmount to your family’s greed, pomp, fanfare, and code
or maybe you favor going up in smoke, but success stories is fables and i
we is all the same

got on a craft, no private еxcursion, had three hundred workhorses on my side
got it for a nominal pricе, i grasp onto fifth freedom flights and codeshares
no leisure on our course today, this is a slave-ship, we’re all in our own rut, in our own rut in the pursuit of worldly pleasure and financial freedom and paper
had it in their birth name, that they wouldn’t be no slaves
doom, doom harkens, i tell my family at home i’m relishing five-star status, three-pointed stars on the grilles, and four meals a day

i can’t tell them i got nothing in my pocket, i got vivid visions, stitched seats were a part of my vision, i got to pay these bills, i got a balding head and a fraction of a homestead, and that i toil and break a sweat for their own sake
i’m back on track to take the sharp edge, i’m ready to do it to myself but the thought my own face on the paper is sickening

so whether i drown myself in the well of my own tears, or headfirst in front of my fears regretting that i never found my way to my dreams, cause their as high as the ceiling i’m going to hang and dangle from
with the seasons a new flower blooms and the world will move on, they’ll ridicule me saying i took away my own potential, but i’ve always been a sh-ll of the person i wanted to be. god won’t forgive me (crying) too fed up to write letters and it’s safe to say yall don’t deserve me or a reason

i can’t do it, i can’t do it, i done blew it again, but i can’t do it, the conduit of life

maybe one day i’ll make it, they’ll be screaming your name on them stages, just hang in there, my dear, all the love in the world to you, and i know you’ll make your leather dreams come true, let that choked throat heal itself, strike those vocal chords and a little pose, take in the fresh air of tomorrow, youre a grown man, or make “leather dreams come true”

i live for the music

thinking lightyears ahead but they comment on how my watch wrong
ahead of the class and i’m still in last place
if i really knew my place i would hop off of stages
i should focus on the task at hand
living
but i’m living off time i borrowed from my own hands
livid
take me off the shelf i’m past the due date
when i die i’ll leave nothing to cremate
black on black clothes and inseam chinos
they won’t see where we go
go out in style they’d never catch me lacking
my style
i’d cop designer pieces for sieving myself out from everybody else
but what’s the point when my well beings on the lowest rung of the shelf
i ain’t wanna be locked up in a penitentiary
if people loved me enough i’d get away with anything
so it’s imperative for me to make it out of here

- sutaijian

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