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letra de ss2 - sylvan lacue

[verse 1]
p-ss smelling through the hallways
i was tripping for a minute had to get it back together, that’s what god say
crime’ll get you 25 to life or in a pine box, what my mom say
dreams of f-cking with beyonce
dreams of daddy kicking dope & bombjay
lil bro started rapping told him he gon own his masters, you ain’t kanye
ain’t no disrespect yeezy i just needed reference points to keep it greasy
back when i was 17 pushing cd’s, mysp-ce glitching going nefertiti
drake was on ascension, i was in detention, n-gga stared skipping, m-th-f-ck attendance, uh
back & forth like it’s aaliyah’s prime
my decisions, it could lead to crime
time is money but i need divine
i put my trust in what my spirit says
eyes open, i don’t fear the dead
vegetarian for two weeks, heard the veggies lead to clearer head (heard that sh-t keep you real regular, my n-gga, for real)

these days i wake up & struggle with balance
cup runneth over, god flooded my chalice
temptation strikes i could lean into malice
assume i’m above it & succumb to fallacies
born into royalty i’m where the palace be
two story housing i feel inadequacy, huh
water water water drown liver
25 i started brown liquor
27 started smoking kush
’til my third eye got a violent push
kundalini causing head pressure
better practices’ll hold me down
isolated cause i lack trust
often i cry randomly i do not know why but act up
and my my sensitive ways turn to mac trucks
dr. jekyll mr. lacue
smiling faces turn to n-gga f-ck you’s
pharaoh minded modern timbuktu
n-ggas like cue you ain’t relevant
i stopped for a moment, got hesitant
[interlude: sylvan lacue, sample]
at first, like everybody else, i was insulted
i’m ‘post to feel about that
but then i had to check myself a little bit and be like:
“you know, you probably not as important as you think you are, man”

[verse 2]
but reality strikes
mentality like
that of a delicate man under strike
wanting his rights
afraid of heights
but ready to fight
iron mike tight
boxing my obstacles
i’m not unstoppable
some sh-t being weighing so heavy it feel like my bed don’t want me take flight & i’m like (sheesh)
what is the point of it all?
god
thank you for breaking my falls
i now understand you were just looking out when i thought you were breaking my b-lls
from the contracts to the slithery snakes who made it their right to involve
i gave n-ggas more cause i thought they deserved it i had to be shown i was wrong
mmm
guess i could put it in songs
sometimes i wanna say f-ck being calm meditation won’t cut off this harm
back when betrayal would get you deceased or at least they would cut off ya arm
now n-ggas sit comfortably warm
but who am i to say what’s wrong or right?
karma karma gotta way of moving
all i have it how i choose to do it
my interactions leave a real impression
if i don’t seek the truth i’m truly ruined
back to where all of it started
source inner standing my problems
above it all i know god really got it
(above it all, i know god got it, man)

- sylvan lacue

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