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letra de prophet - tillr

verse 1:
i’m not a false prophet
just a dreamer with a vision
got depression in my veins
but the reefer is a given
wishing i could say h-llo to the reaper in the distance
if i played my sh-t on blast up on a speaker would he listen?
would he ask to get a feature, or go deeper than the business?
would he go deeper with the cleaver that he’s tweaked since the beginning?
would he say to not get eager when i’m meters from the finish?
or just say he’s on my side and nonbelievers will diminish?
i stand inches from the bridges set ablaze in resurgence
let the inferno keep raging, i’ll let your hatred keep burning
i’m just a kid on his own relieving the weight of his burdens
because only father time will tell who makes it the furthest
i never aim to be perfect
or feel ashamed for a serpent
that treats this game like a circus
and can’t be saved from the purges when night falls
this visionary likes to slay with a purpose
the tables are turning
reminding me of dreidel’s, they twirling

hook:
the rain passes, the moon rises
i hear madness in true silence
feel the mood crash when i’m too silent
the sun will add heat to this blue climate
you’re not lost, you need new vices
this rock that we inhabit is a huge giant
i just sit here and produce diamonds
pots and pans up in the kitchen, got the stew frying
verse 2:
it’s a vibe when the kid is making art
i’ve always been the guy who sits and picks his brain apart
i might need another minute to depict these faded scars
but i can promise that i’ll finish with a vintage case of bars
f-ck around and spark a blunt, make a quick escape to mars
take a gaze at constellations so my inspiration sparks
the higher that i get, i see the limit ain’t the stars
it’s the place up in the sun with all the rich and famous stars
keep on spitting great remarks
cause i wish to make a mark
and make my own place in the sun when i got hits that make the charts
till then i’m just a lost boy who isn’t safe from harm
and i ain’t here to be the martyr cause that image ain’t to par
but all that i can say is that the kids weren’t made to march
were never made to bleed and suffer while the rich just play their part
watch the numb remain asleep, and the sick remain at large
while my words revive the fallen who resist a change of heart
i sit and play with different wordings like the sh-t’s a game of darts
when i hit the bullseye, that’s when the twist of fate can start
i pray they try to imitate my charm
if that falls right into place, the eclipse will make it dark

are you afraid of the dark?

verse 3:
i ain’t afraid of the dark, cause i’ve been left in it a few times
every verse is an attempt to get the mood right
wish i knew why i see gray, not blue skies
presumed fine, but the truth bites
stuck in my ways, got drugs in my veins
on a run through a maze, in this dungeon of pain
there ain’t much i can say, taking blunts to the face
to escape all the struggles that puzzle my brain
the rain keeps falling
the clock keeps ticking
the days keep coming
the odds keep shifting
but we got to keep swimming
ain’t no reason to give up
i be jotting these writtens
and finding peace in the rhythm of these keys and these kick drums
income’s irrelevant
cause eloquently speaking, i want to feel like myself again
and when i’m in my element spitting sh-t from the soul
reality ain’t as cold and i mentally feel at home
yeah, so i’m gonna flow and never refrain
until the beat fades, avoiding cliche’s
i do what i please, don’t care what he say
my weed’s dank, so i get high, and put life on freeze frame
no shame in trying to keep sane
living in a bleak place
addicted to the dream chase
when i see rain, i put my hoodie up and greet fate
yeah, these days i don’t want to exist
my stability is gone with the wind
and there’s a bottomless pit
that’s only filled up by the audiences
so let me know if you be rocking with this
yeah, yeah
it’s me and my nibbling conscience
i’m sick of the conflict
i’m gonna stick to the process
till it’s mission accomplished
i’m dauntless on the conquest
even when sh-t gets complex
i hold up my hot head and never look down
there ain’t sh-t left to say so i guess i should bounce

- tillr

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