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letra de pickmeaparte - tom pepe

sometimes i wonder if everything that created me will be satisfied by all that i create
i am frustrated by the future it seems fixated
i get faded til i don’t care anymore
i stare at the floor from the ceiling
more appealing than kneeling to a god i’ve never seen and
powerful people can deceive you

till you don’t believe that this country was stolen from those who owned it
turned totem poles to homeless broken souls ‘cuz motherf-ckers are greedy
leaving families needy. kids spray graffiti and smoke weed
i break laws like y’all broke treaties
so don’t treat me like a different species

‘cuz i used to watch tv till my eyes was sore
and some of y’all don’t even believe in dinosaurs
there was a time before this was ours
before there were roads for cars and your mini ipods
and i came to bein’ from nothin’ to breathin’ and
maybe there’s nothin’ but being human then there’s nothing at all
i find it hard to comprehend, and end a beginning
see i was born a christian but i got a habbit for sinnin’ and

i don’t know if jesus can see us or if islam’s the truth
see me rippin’ out bible pages
twistin’ buddha with intelligent youth
i’ll make you prove to me that you was tellin’ the truth
‘cuz kids in the ghetto turn to felons and troops
either locked in cages or c-ckin’ gauges
i be watchin’ faces prayin’ to god save us
and i say what i feel, i’m feelin’

sadder than ever from the cloud scattered weather
or the lack of the treasure, i be actin’ whatever and
crackin’ a beverage while i’m rappin to trevor
never let you discover ‘cuz i’m still undercover
enough of the sheilds. and to keep it real
i don’t give a f-ck what you think
i’ll let it sink in your heart like a kiss in the dark
touchin’ my hand while you pick me apart

i used to drink in a park now i’m sittin’ cozy
you don’t know me or the woman who made my soul be
i hold cold 4-0′s of o.e
and curse and spit with some stupid homies
while y’all talk politics sippin’ a latte
you be bridging the gap but you missin’ the walkway
i be on the valley floor yellin at churches
who be fightin’ these wars just to tell me my purpose
it’s worthless

goodnight

- tom pepe

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