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letra de loaded hearts - toussaint morrison

now, in live, revolutionary dangerous technicolour

[chorus] (faye lewis)

javelins flyin’ overhead, overhead, overhead
attack of the clones bred from the same venom
defendin’ a throne for an honor lost in it
you want me, you can go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
i made my peace with the past, lord willin’
but the future, future, future

(toussaint morrison)
coroner, judge, bank and jury
it’s all the same to me, it’s all game to me, customer service
loaded hearts, black minds
i’m about it i was born into that life
now, how they expect me to be chill when there’s prison blocks they wanna keep filled
handcuffs they been waitin’ to refill and black bodies that they wanna keep still
nah. you wanna advertise b-tterflies in a gl-ss jar
i’d rather lose face, keep my skin and freedom standin’ on gray skull

naaaah, you muf-ckas don’t know me. why you wanna act like it?
teach me my history and let me celebrate it like you authorized it
cut off the tragedy and accountability from the timeline and cauterized it
green lightin’ the rewrite you rewrote, but we both know i’m the author of my sh-t
yeaaaah, a threat to all you know and love
simply by turnin’ oxygen in to c-o-dub
aire to the throne of latveria
and born on a waiting list of deathrow america with

[chorus] (faye lewis)

(toussaint morrison)
i could be sittin’ with lauryn hill singin’ “it could all be so simple”
or whisperin’ sweet nothins to girls i ain’t even into
but i made a promise to my grandma, that i’d keep it trill
so my lane is only for my fans, my people, my work with or without the wheels
i push it like bad policies, religion, refinance and revolvin’ doors
but pushin’ ain’t a problem even if the wheels ain’t on’em. hold up! hoverboard!
but see me in my city where disparity thrives and livin’ while black is little more a social crime
rock n roll on life support screamin’, “life is short”. i’m from where hip-hop goes to die

negative f-cks, +1 shield
i walk the day, i run the night, i’m a bonafide stone cold dunpeal
hit it. wanna entertain i don’t come real
i don’t walk the house, i don’t run the field. please believe, boy, i run fields!
get it? h-ll is relative to where you from
rookies thinkin’ that they got a cure with the holy gun
but i see with my buena vista from doomstadt
it’s still black and white with old money and new traps with

[chorus] (faye lewis)

- toussaint morrison

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