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letra de black - ve (the rapper)

verse 1:

whether it’s right or wrong
no one else will write this song
so if i don’t tell my story
who the h-ll gone tell it for me?
and at age 25
you done lived a lot of life
you done lived enough to decide
even portions of the pie
receiving glory for your drive
makes you want to drive more
so you hop in driver and put that pedal to the floor
call me crazy, but you crazy for chasing dreams that ain’t yours
paying for a college degree-can’t afford eggs from the store
your refrigerator empty, that ski-mask h-lla tempting
take that ruger out of hiding-commit a forceful entry
2-11 9-11 correspondent time is loss
non-responsive while your soul is going to heaven from them shots
core corrections, more corrections coming from your mom and pop
wish more investments were invested in your mental but they’re not
you’re too invested in carrying weapons and reppin your block
give me a second i’ll teach you a lesson in less than a second
lesson one is to listen before i become aggressive
lesson two is to prove whatever you say you can do

chorus (2x):
and at the end of the day
can’t less the stress k!ll you
you might feel yourself
but not everyone gone feel you
and patience is a must
i was taught that as a young
plus i came up out the dust
aimin’ like blazin guns

verse 2:
oh i get it, a black man’s life in the states
is worth as much as a white man’s knife and a steak
they put a bullet in your head for the price of a lunch
and lunch ain’t free but it sure don’t cost too much
i kept my receipt for an arizona and a bag of skittles
returned em and got a book that was written by malcolm little
remove my slave name, so i can maintain
a clean record while they try to play the blame game
don’t point your finger at me, sh-t, i’m bound to break it
with my second amendment right leaving with a pound of bacon
so if you come to the bbq, you gettin smoked
and if i see a new york pig, he gettin choked
i been on my new york big whenever i spit the flow
so just, gimmie the loot and then gimmie the dough
i kick in the door wavin’ the 4-4 then i rob you blind and head back to cali
in a getaway car parked in the alley
here to take what’s mine and evenly divide
what they think’s divine
but leave a piece aside for some peace of mind
i’ma ride till i die, let the streets decide
till beef subside, with my foot on his neck until he comply
and if you think i’m lyin, you just wait and see

chorus:
cause at the end of the day
can’t less the stress k!ll you
you might feel yourself
but not everyone gone feel you
and patience is a must
i was taught that as a young
plus i came up out the dust
aimin’ like blazin guns

- ve the rapper

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