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letra de dirt - swami netero

[verse 1: swami netero]
see i don’t know
what my problem is/
been through alot of sh-t
on top of being fatherless/
my mom’s a b-tch
who probably could have done a little better/
but she’d rather trick her cheddar
off to dudes from homeless shelters/
ain’t had the guts to tell her
how it made me feel inside/
while her man was getting high
when all we had was beans and rice/
he’d beat her day and night
they’d argue til their face was white/
drinking like it’d change her life
and save her from the pain inside/
pops didn’t say goodbye
didn’t see his -ss for 5 years/
but wouldn’t cry tears
i couldn’t let my pride hear/
might have a slight fear
of doing it maybe/
don’t want to pick the wrong b-tch
and end up scr-w-ng the baby/
what’s crazy
is my mom won’t make amends/
unless she’s trying to be commended
for not being more demented/
as if it counts for sh-t
don’t be offended if you’re on a verse/
i ain’t trying to cause a stir
i’m just brushing off the dirt/

[hook: sample of ‘chum’ by earl sweatshirt]

[verse 2: swami netero]
or maybe it’s the fact
i always get my heart broken/
once i start showing feelings
b-tches start rolling/
going for a dude
saying that he loves them/
but displaying that he doesn’t
from behavior she puts up with/
saying “f-ck it
i’ll get his -ss to change.”/
but when he stays the same
she’ll call me and complain/
just searching for some aid
and ask for my admonition/
then turn around
and do the exact opposite/
it’s redonkulous
cause once i try to save the b-tch/
she tries to say
i’m ruining their relationship/
but wouldn’t say it to him
when we were together/
left my peeps in the desert
so i could be with the heifer/
now i’m sleeping in medford
racked with regret/
and i have to confess
i’d take her back in a sec/
cause i can’t gather respect
don’t be upset if you’re on a verse/
i ain’t trying to cause a stir
i’m just brushing off the dirt/

[hook]

[verse 3: swami netero]
or maybe it’s the fact
that i’m handicapped/
can’t ever have it back
my arm i never had intact/
some kids couldn’t fathom that
and never really grasped the chance/
instead they’d try to thrash my -ss
so after cl-ss i’d have to smash/
back to the pad
crying like it’d make a difference/
praying i’d gain the appendage
hating what fate had intended/
stay at a place for a minute
then i used to spin/
attend a different, school
and do it all over again/
moving all over the sin
always getting asked/
“what happened to your hand?
did you lose it in a crash?”/
and could never get mad
cause if i overreact/
then i’ll be looking bad
instead of their stupid -ss/
could never even p-ss
a little kid without them eyeing/
i’d be, dying inside
every time they’d start crying/
the site would make me contrite
don’t be excited if you’re on a verse/
i ain’t trying to cause a stir
i’m just brushing off the dirt/

[hook]

- swami netero

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