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letra de reflecting - ticrane

// tries to hold note //

// verse 1 //
reflecting on the best you ever heard until you open eyes
left to put a fire out but still we rise
3rd grade heard the chatter, some folks hit a steel rise
false war on drugs… now change the tide?

you can be the big dog, i’m the bigger cat
king of jungle i’m sorry that you feel attacked
but my target spot on, wall-to-wall on the track
i promise i ain’t cheating, slow how my chips stacked
relegating light to a tube? cеase spinning!
up the road from lil’ italy, i’m not finished
my concеrn coming for the ones never giving penance
say they did, you a lie, granny check the sentence

different time for the same crime, know the story
cemented and they meant that, gavel giving glory
no babel in my talking, skrt skrt — feeling sporty
buncha onomatopoeia, boom back shorty

// hook 1 //
if them people try to get me don’t trip, return to sender
reaching deep inside for some gold just like i’m bender
hard body — shallow soul, seeming they agenda
soul searching, not for some chicken, no master splinter

if them people try to get me don’t trip, return to sender
reaching deep inside for some gold just like i’m bender
hard body — shallow soul, seeming they agenda
soul searching, not for some chicken, no master splinter

// verse 2 //
off the strength of the word of my brother i’ll put you on
forgive to be forgiven, forgive me, i’m used to lone ranger living like my penmanship can save the world alone
apologies, but spitting like galaga with the chrome
or the sword, either way, ya feel the fire
like trunks, cut it nice: fine dining for the buyer
you want a menu? — strength, love, a sound mind
no american dreaming but this a pastime

… running bases finna crash down
ain’t check the laces steady tripping like a class clown
and now i’m climbing screaming “please” like james brown
really thought i’d make it home but my pants down

… i gotta right to a piece/peace
like they hog the whole pie, i guess it’s right for a beast
don’t need no cameras in my face, mane i really wanna eat
and for my folks to feel safe when they walking down the street

// verse 3 //
i took a break from studying to school you on the life
was stuck between jesus and isa — left or right?
the spirit said bust a new path, so i write
started like isaiah, like jacob — seen the light

reflection of myself or my father up above?
maybe a messiah — one-third still a dub
know the bul was balling, context: not a club
destiny on anti-kwame, not a scrub

son of high, bet you wonder how i’m qualified
that mean i’m lead by the spirit, where my truth reside
that mean i sacrifice myself — not on samurai
that mean i lift a holy hand, not on janiti

dang it ti, speaking to myself, meant a janitor
paint the picture clean — i’m an artist or a sanitor?
not on lore, speaking to my folks dead on the floor
ringing dry bones can you hear that life is at the door

// hook 2 //
lik & lik you hear this jawn, stand on top of business
able to trap the body but for soul they need permission
mind, will, emotion, but most high control ignition
mind, will, emotion, but most high control ignition

// if them // people try to get me don’t trip, return to sender
reaching deep inside for some gold just like i’m bender
hard body — shallow soul, seeming they agenda
soul searching, not for some chicken, no master splinter

- ticrane

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