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letra de chopping onions - time

rest in peace sean p, rest in peace prodigy
their influence immortal even though they’re gone bodily
brain like einstein blasting bars like a sp-ce shuttle
back when ice cube was f-cking around with triple doubles
i was bumping mobb deep stomping through city puddles
i was h-ll on earth, hype like coming out the huddle
mp3s burnt cds and cheap weed was the hustle
back when you could get jumped for iverson’s or a shuffle
hopped up on hormones we just wanted to dead something
treating north denver like sleepy hollow we were hunt hunting
shoplifting, bag sn-tching, petty theft and smashing pumpkins
i was a bullet with b-tterfly wings till the cops took my thumbprint
i had fines to pay so i started chopping up onions
not talking bout selling drugs i was crying chopping onions
working in the hospital kitchen i was really chopping onions
freestyling and mopping that kitchen was my dojo dungeon
i met ed in the kitchen he played jazz and saxophone
he showed me charles earland he gave me cds like stepping stones
he was like a mentor, a father figure chaperone
he said calm down your ego he spoke truth through a megaphone
we sat down and had tea when i was going through episodes
he helped me with battles i didn’t know he was battling methadone
i caught him in the bathroom with a needle in his arm
he said it was insulin i pretended not to be alarmed
usually the ones who smile and help are hurting the most
i asked how he was doing he said fine in a disturbing tone
most of us hide the pain feeling we deserve to be alone
feeling dead but alive, a type of inverted ghost
i buried all of my problems hoping that they’d turn to bone
but they broke from their grave and emerged into my home
this was shortly after my boss said that ed od’d
i said ok and turned on the tv, that’s how americans grieve
but i woke from my hypnosis, in the pen i found release
awareness said let’s make this music we have things to achieve
so i would mop then clock out then work in the lab all night
sometimes you got to dance with darkness to waltz with the light
if you harbor fear too long then hate might dock
my friend keep robbing houses but he couldn’t escape the cops
my mind has many shackles it’s hard to break the locks
sometimes we think we have time but then death takes the clock

- time

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