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letra de desperation - the left

[intro]
yo, i gotta do something man
it’s now or never
i’m either all the way right
or i’m all the way left
let me explain

[verse 1: journalist 103]
i got one hand clutching the nine
the other is clutching the microphone
trying to make a clear choice between the right and wrong
trying to stay in the zone with the right mind frame
but i keep getting distracted, my whole life’s changed
i done went from being the best at it
to being the last to even get mentioned, it’s pure madness
i can go to the lab and be productive
i throw my hands up at the world and say ‘f-ck it’
the rap game – hate it; hip hop – i love it
fighting to stay sober or to abuse the substance
my temperature’s high, spontaneous combustion
leaves me to spit this lava in this discussion
so it’s a must that i continue to struggle
or hide behind my weakness knowing i got the muscle
to move mountains of trial within my pathway
so i say bismillah, you cowards make way

[hook]
i gotta make a move
don’t step to me homie i’m bad news
walk off wit you battered and bruised
i gotta make a move
cause now i got nothing to lose
you would never will to walk in my shoes
i gotta make a move
st-rdy face in the inner city blues
as i try to make a step to improve
i gotta make a move
while you got your clock on snooze
i’m up early getting paid my dues
i gotta make a move

[verse 2: journalist 103]
i’m living in h-ll struggling to get to heaven
as i fight this urge to use a smith & wesson
its a toss up as i’m searching for guidance
do i follow my demons or take the path to be righteous
how do i fight this? meaning how do i write this
lyrical prescription leading the cure to sickness
listen as i spit this, choices gotta be made
before i find myself in a rage throwing grenades
load and c-cking the gauge, feeling to hit the stage
just in case i need to avoid my temperous phase
running from my own inner power like bruce banner
but tired of being oppressed and murdered by these gaffers
this life is a test, [?] is what i’m after
so i’m steady writing for freedom in every chapter
in every line i design i clear a pathway
so i say bismillah, you cowards make way

[hook]

- the left

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