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letra de twak - swami netero

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[verse 1: swami netero]
had a homie
named mike/
his mom was into ice
and father wasn’t in his life/
because he died
overdosed on what his mom was smoking on/
his sister did the same
crashed her car into a glowing pole/
came from a broken home indeed
still can’t believe/
he started smoking weed
when he wasn’t even a preteen/
at 14
the kid had had his first taste/
the addict was awake
and his -ss was there to stay/
dropped out in ninth grade
wasn’t trying to go to biltmore/
he’d rather chill more
and snort his mom’s pills short/
his life was ill
for a minute/
until he got evicted
and his family had to vacate the premise/
they went back to whiting
didn’t see him for about a year/
he came back
and i shouted like a drowning queer/
but when i saw his face
i couldn’t help but frown in tears/
cause i could tell
that he’d been smoking on the brown and clear/

[hook: swami netero]
twak/
twak/
t/
twak/
twak/
twak/
t/
twak/

[verse 2: swami netero]
knew a n-gga
named erok/
from p-k
he loved to fill his lungs with weedsmoke/
and he’d grown
up in a really nice home/
just off sahara and sloan
right down the street from d-lo./
and we’d smoke
in his trailer/
getting so blown
that a contact would reach half the neighbors/
his mom’d grab us papers
so we’d stay out of trouble/
but e liked to hustle
so he’d ride the bus/
down to russell
to cop quarter keys/
he started snorting cream
and over time slowly became a fiend/
and met a girl
with the very same disease/
and his mom
told them both to get clean/
but they wouldn’t
so she put them on the street/
and they needed something cheap
so they started smoking crysie/
smoking out their t–th
and their souls both empty/
living out a car
parked on charleston and christy/

[hook]

[verse 3: swami netero]
so take a hit
and watch it take control/
you take a few and pretty soon
that sh-t will take your soul/
might be amused, don’t be confused
there ain’t no place to go/
but down a road
that will take you straight to satan’s home/
don’t no good come
from smoking on a pipe/
except that first high
that you’ll chase your whole life/
you better hold tight
and get ready for a bumpy ride/
and watch it take
everything you ever loved inside/
no f-cking lie
seen it happen too many f-cking times/
seen mothers cry
cause their son was out getting spun and died/
i wonder why
they all fall victim/
willfully imprisoned
to a sickness invented/
by the system
knowing the effect/
i guess they must reckon
that they’re stronger than the rest/
but when it has them by the neck
there ain’t no going back/
fell into a trap that will never collapse
twak/

[hook]

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