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letra de apocalypse - the lost talent

[verse : the lost talent]

the black cat – the rain fall
the rap wrap as black as coal
my backpack carries questions and unfinished business
my rap tracks explore ways to explore ways to explore myself from a distance
i believe i’m misfit as a businessman suit
and i got no briefcase i got a brief day
cause i’m lazy, i hate it, but at the same time i can’t escape it
so my day gets really cut and it’s short
and i stand out back as i watch my life !
as i watch me write !
as i think i’ll bite !
as i think i’ll leave !
but i can’t speak of the reek as i pick off
and i pick the pick up
and bury the stuck-up kid
my animosity building
against poverty, how could i stop this cocaine monopoly
po’ mans anatomy says ain’t no water in ’em
just regret and grief for the whole society
for the life that’s k!lling life in ’em… f-ck a bad ending
can’t we have a positive thinking at least in fiction ?
“secret” ain’t sh-t but be prepared for the worse and think of the best
and enter the ring with your chest up, vest up
cause they got guns and they will shoot you down
rest now, educate and test out
so be prepared for the shoot-out
f-ck the cash, watch “seven psychopaths” !
they’ll tell you how to make a good shoot-out
and shoot your load, use anger in another way
kids making kids is f-cking stupid, yo
same as the rule – the mo’ po’ the mo’ kids he own
can’t take care of ’em – than don’t bring ’em to this world
cause this world is cold enough
no need for another lost soul to be out with no coat
feet swollen from the quest they don’t even know
cause n0body told ’em
these m-th-f-cking ignorant -ss b-st-rds
bringing children… while the world is crashing
i’ve been chilling but f-ck it now i’m drilling the subject
of purposelessness and no knowledge and no responsibility
these savages can’t cope, that’s why they won’t bring anybody anything anybody need
and f-ck rappers too… for a bad message
f-ck drug dealers… you know your the lowest sc-mbag ever made
on the ladder – your beneath it – digging your grave !
look at scarface…
toast for the haters, toast for the dreamers and makers
toast for me not going to the graves
or watching my friends get buried in a cemetery
i’m living – just living having fun !
i won’t look inside a casket till i see eric in one
and i’m all about love
but i got less love cause i knew dudes who where phony from the m-th-f-cking start
and it scratched me and left me scared
i’m paranoid always with one eye open
sometimes i stay alone and i’m choking
i keep pushing limits and provoking
feeling like i’m underwater, can’t take my breath although my mouth open
but i’m better prepared !
falling apart was my day job
writing was my therapy at getting better
look at my million mile shoes
i was reading books from a first to the last letter !
how can you persevere when everybody knows prices but don’t recognize values ?
you can’t calm me down ! no valium !
it’s the apocalypse now ! radio shout !
i wish i could break it down
but i’m merely saying that everybody is breaking down
and everything is out
look out my window pain
see every evil that attracts
i look at people’s actions
i think i’m doing rap with p-ssion
i couldn’t stop laughing
even if i’m dead serious about a man
cause our condition is determined by our actions
our feelings coming from ’em
our values and our attractions
we mold our faith but ain’t a m-th-f-cka that could mold out the death
so everybody should take their last breath doing everything they can
to be happy instead of being sad again !
the apocalypse unravel…
we’re bound to take care of ourselves
and live life full of wealth
and live life full of health
and f-ck me if y’all don’t wanna be happy !
cause that’s the main goal in this … life !
i mean that’s my goal i focus on
hope it wasn’t boring and the flow was strong
little bit of truth don’t hurt – it aches
apocalypse ! apocalypse ! apocalypse !
all of us – auto-destructive scream that unanimous !

- the lost talent

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