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letra de saturday - the b.o.m.

[intro]
{coughs}
jessie: dial it down everyone can see your feelings

[verse 1]
our livelihoods blossom
these tiny hoods be awesome
i buy some from imposters that p-ss us
these are my pastors, as i…
look out the window
i stare and smell a crescendo
of a melody that threatens to get rid of me
a friend of me got buried, they sending me to the church
the centipede is the centre of 10 of me at the centre
the plenty meek
that placenta of energy is the splinter
yosemite on the tip of my fingertips and its burning
percent of me can sense that the enemy is the turf
it sentence me to the pen right before i reverse my birth
and the deacon ain’t the beacon of light if its god
you’re seeking
the caskets are screaming
“the poor bear us i’m weakened… cause it’s … [sat-rday]”
so i bend the knee in the morning
saint augustine of the hippo
i’m honestly mourning fafa, ogone, papi, oujim, mothusi, that, my father, my grandfather
my grandmother, my aunt now her kids suffer, [god, why?]
“my n-gga this is conscious, i’m confident that you crying, this alcohol that you buying
these cigarettes that you hiding. inside of you is diamond, a knife and a nike nylon, you dying, but you deny it
this heart disease will…

[chorus]
either these cameras gon shoot me
or these streets gon shoot me, which is it?
…gon shoot me or these streets gon shoot me, which is it?
…gon shoot me or these streets gon shoot me, which is it?
cause if these n-ggas don’t shoot me
imma shoot for the stars
rap rules everything around these streets
trap rules everything around these…streets
either these cameras gon shoot me
or these streets gon shoot me, which is it?
..gon shoot me or these streets gon shoot me, which is it?

[verse 2]
this linguist where that languish
i’m anxious, this past just, the bank this
the p-ssage, the bondage or message
let’s end this, the madness
fornicate with the internet
pirate amongst the seamen
i pirated my percocet
unburied my demons
so this…[sat-rday]
is a different one from the rest
cause last sat-rday was a mess
i was miserable and depressed
but this sat-rday is a mess
i’m miserable, i’m a mess
but this blunt is my guardian angel
my natural bullet vest
from the ignant sh-t, i digest
so i nest on this brick wall
excuse of a desk. my rem revs to eden
at least that’s what i thought
as i proceed planting my seed
as she wonders if she’s worthy…[im sorry]
but only a fool stops and wonders
as soon as she bleeds, i let the mike bleed
period
cry all men are trash
as your baby cries in the trash

[verse 3]
i told yall, bestowed yall
nostalgia in these bars
cats buried in these bars
kitty kat little girls getting fat over us with these bars
two shots take a man down
our fathers at those bars
standing behind the frontlines
our brothers behind bars
if i stay devout will i make it out
or die in it?
the system’s a pool of doubt and the water has dye in it
i’m baptised in this liquor
i’m baptised in the system
but n-gga f-ck the cell like gohan
had my hands locked they wouldn’t do it if i’m johan
dropped the hand solo, now they calling me a rogue one
i’m stuck between pascal’s and epicurus’s paradox
lost my first child to a coat hanger
sold drugs to a mother whose stomach was sheltering another
to a mother whose stomach was sheltering another gang banger
but why should i save her
when will i savour
i’m 21 thinking of 2021, will i make it
will i get there,i’m 24 and i’m knocking on heavens door

- the b o m

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