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letra de compos mentis - true $wank

[intro: eryka badu]

verse: [true $tory]
finally free from the slave ship now it’s time to slave sh-t before my life is taken and breaking up the tree, thanking god ain’t my time but before, life is still short to appeal as a novelist cold from the world ask god is he active from the slums where most demons post on the corner for a quarter till the cops come take our supplies now i’m worthless not working not earning so i go to the closet and wait i can’t breathe so i call up my home girl come to find out she was dead in the alley way 12 gage shotty way devil of the hesitate, as a youngin i was thuggin never bumin poppa always told me never ever run from nothing a lot of gun violence in the hood i was good cause maduex was og serving all the work since i was serving in the living room cutting crack counting money loading guns right in front of me. i was ten when i had my first l1ck on k!ll house wasn’t guilty but my hands was filthy from the window now i’m blowing sig smoke sipping on four loko’s wish a n-gga wish a n-gga did yo

[hook: true $tory]
where’s god when you need em heaven isn’t real to a youngin from the ville (x3)

[verse: davajeya fomentar]
serve ya through the honda window friends that need a buck ya heata beata tucked i tuck the laces you ain’t catching us if the paddy come i attend school for a bag of lunch bowl of chicken roman noodle for dinner ain’t fill me up took a break from the culdesac to get closer to jazz, jazz moved out now i’m moving to wrapping a bag g checked for my defense cause i’m waving the azure flag “said” said give me knowledge and i ain’t good in my math iss for my behavioral ways take six punches and you’ll be criping today i’m contemplating on stop sign serving to get paid but don’t get yo life withdrawn so we go pray, i better see right ahead of the pit on lord’s day on ya knees like you swallowing kids for more change when the week come don’t do it again we want change cause a feen a be right at ya head they won’t change aye

[hook: true $tory]
where’s god when you need em heaven isn’t real to a youngin from the ville (x3)

[verse: true $tory]
loading weight p-ss the 40 to my homie on the 5th floor remember when he use to knock on my window ask for food and cold cup of water his father was murdered no money to put em in the dirt gang bang and slangin rocks was the only thing on his mind and his mom was addicted to the alcohol and drugs no love, was given dee never had a christmas or no gifts on his birthday his birthday was just another day on that day he saw sway the pimp that use to whip on his mama so he called up g from the west side g sold rocks and he also glocks for the low so dee posted at the corner store with the glock 9 on his side

[outro: davajeya fomentar]

- true wank

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