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letra de afternoon daydreams - theakasha

some people call me a saint. some people say i’m a savage
one time i dated a “saint”. but he had too much baggage
thought he was boarding a plane, a boeing with the horse & carriage
little did he know, this fighter jet was fit to ravage!

everything i touch bleeds. wet seeds. in empty cups, i spit sh-lls
you thought you knew me too well. i fell off the richter
and you fell, fell a victim to it
too crazy and too good. i shook you up, i’m glad i could

all is well in this hood, even when it’s not
there’s a jail cell under my hood’s favorite chicken spot
my head swells at the thought of all the empty vacant lots where
cops do donuts and eat donuts as men get shot

black men. black pen, blue ink
in the blink of an eye, yet another n-gga dies
ask why when you cry & it hits too close to home
catch you mourning in the morning cus it hit too close to home
locked up in the bas-m-nt… it hit too close to home
the fear you breathe, they taste it. it could hit too close to home

all the birds are dying and the bees are dead too
normal repercussions for the things that we do
for all these francs, yens, pesos & diamonds
dollar signs, pounds, gold, euros & diamonds
i know a lotta them ain’t, eating much more than cabbage
when you don’t learn ya mistakes, then you eat like a rabbit
my jackets matching these days in a haze of fly…
people feed their ego till it looks them in the eye

pokes em in they eye, chokes em then they die
that third line of vision getting spit it before the fire, look
look at the smoke and mirrors, peep the screen and the sky too
if it’s an illusion, well let’s take a peek behind door two

divine feminine on a tightrope. melanin or a diet coke?
p-ssy pop or die broke? colloquial or a synonym?
coaching all of your women friends to sin again, to win again, and bend again, and thin, and then again…

black girls. black worlds, blue drink
in the blink of an eye, yet another shorty tries
to ask why as she cries & it hits too close to home
catch you mourning she won’t see morning cus she didn’t make it home
locked up in the bas-m-nt… it hit too close to home
the fear she breathe, you taste it. it could hit too close to home

- theakasha

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