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letra de 1975 - vanny goodfella

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intro – spoken, soultrap reverb
1975…
a year soaked in gasoline and ghosts
world on fire, country on edge…
and i’m born from the ashes of every headline they tried to bury

hook – melodic soultrap
1975, whole world in a landslide
cities full of smoke, i was raised where the dead hide
ford duckin’ bullets, saigon fallin’ from the sky
hoffa disappeared, and they still don’t know why
storms on the water, that fitzgerald capsized
recession hit the block, left my people paralyzed
yeah, 1975 — chaos in the bloodline
i’m the son of a year that never made it out alive

verse 1 – gritty, cinematic
april 30th, saigon fallin’, helicopters in the rain
families on the rooftop screamin’ freedom through the pain
khmer rouge marchin’ in, pol pot paintin’ fields red
millions lost in silence, whole nations full of dead

ford walkin’ through the crowd, two barrels in his face
america holdin’ breath like the country lost its faith
two women with the trigger, two shots that never came
but the fear in every headline carved itself into my name
hoffa vanished in july — no body, no goodbye
just whispers in the union halls, shadows in the sky
streets talkin’ like the truth got stuffed inside a trunk
another ghost of ’75 that history left sunk

hook – melodic soultrap
1975, whole world in a landslide
cities full of smoke, i was raised where the dead hide
ford duckin’ bullets, saigon fallin’ from the sky
hoffa disappeared, and they still don’t know why
storms on the water, that fitzgerald capsized
recession hit the block, left my people paralyzed
yeah, 1975 — chaos in the bloodline
i’m the son of a year that never made it out alive

verse 2 dark story telling
mayaguez seized at sea, soldiers sent into the night
thirty‑eight ain’t make it home — freedom always got a price
lebanon ignitin’, civil war in every street
another nation bleedin’ while the world just watched it leak

back home the dollar dyin’, inflation cuttin’ deep
black families on the front line fightin’ just to eat
factories closin’, fathers losin’ work overnight
mama prayin’ in the kitchen that the rent don’t start a fight
edmund fitzgerald sank beneath superior’s waves
twenty‑nine souls swallowed, no survivors, no graves
whole year felt cursed, like the sky was made of lead
but from the wreckage of ’75 — that’s where goodfella was bred

hook
1975, whole world in a landslide
cities full of smoke, i was raised where the dead hide
ford duckin’ bullets, saigon fallin’ from the sky
hoffa disappeared, and they still don’t know why
storms on the water, that fitzgerald capsized
recession hit the block, left my people paralyzed
yeah, 1975 — chaos in the bloodline
i’m the son of a year that never made it out alive

outro – whispered
’75 ain’t just a year…
it’s a warning
a prophecy
a birthmark
vanny goodfella — born from the fire they tried to forget

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