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letra de straight poetry - tony moon

from breast fed to death bed
i’m the best wit a message, eclectic, the wrong one to mess wit
i read it in the isis papers – light the vapor
whats the price of life if life is slavework
so i spark, inhale and exhale
i’m wit you marcus garvey, lets ditch h-ll and set sail
its like i gotta get back in the booth to get back to my roots
we’re distracted to the fact the fascists are through
so we sling rocks like sling shots
and they get paid for each one of us in the bing, locked – you think not?
their hustle’s bigger than you running you rings, got
retaliation’s going to take more than you thing c-cked
the sound lingering in my ear
is my inner demons schemin, won’t they disappear?
i am you, you are me
i know it’s deep, i’ll explain it in my first lp, peace

its tony moon, don’t -ssume you can compare to him
i’m bubblin hot like a spoonful of heroin
rip an rapper wanna be fool playing heroine
until my mama’s room looks like a tomb in a pyramid
rap from here to cameroon and then here again
the spook who sat by the door, renewed and so very sick
a stranger to myself, records playing what i felt
i can’t blame man for soliciting satan for his help
cause i’m blazing strays with the same flames that’s from his h-ll
same reason why my soul’s going insane up in this sh-ll
i bring lyrics to life
spliffs got me hearing whispers at night
smoke hangs like strange fruit obscuring my visions of life
the plain truth? no prescription’s fixing my sight
[i’m] walking with a citizen’s (c/k)ane while citizens fight
admit it yo, this sh-t isn’t right
you’ve never heard a n-gga spit some sh-t like this in your life

i wear sungl-sses inside, cause my eye’s the window
plus i can’t deny yo, i’m high off indo
you deserve to die if you don’t ride for kinfolk
despite they say the way i smoke la is sinful
yeah, i b-b-b-burn the herbage
it helps me transcend like a whirling dervish
your words are worthless compared to my verses’ verbiage
aspergillum to purge the earth wit
so subversive
hear beats and get an urge to murk it, hotter than an urban church is
with the erk & jerk (e&j), i’m swirvin
drive to the spot, then like lurch, i’m servin
hot 16s not them birds you lurk wit
i’d rather have the ones in the skirts that’re chirpin
jerks lying about puttin work in, its curtains
i’ll amber alert your children, you hear him?

- tony moon

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