letra de god willin - vega7 the ronin & ayo shamir
[intro]
i understand that time is running out
i understand that time is running out
i understand that time is running out, i understand that time is running out
running out as hastily as n-ggas run from the man
time is running out on our natural habits
time is running out on lifeless serpents reigning over a living kingdom
time is running out of talks, marches, tunes, chants, and all kinds of prayers (yo)
time is running out of time
[verse]
yo, when i die, i know my soul’s prepared
i’m a godson, but i ain’t olu’s ear
and when i say godson, not a father’s son, it’s more like a orange sun
it’s a solar flare, yeah, my vision is ocean-clear
only my n-ggas sit in the closest chair
only his sisters can approach ’em near
thеre ain’t no prison that can fit ’em within this lonely squarе
prohibited from showin’ fear
while starin’ at the reaper and grim with no row of veneers, like yeah
’til six pallbearers lift the ronin air
y’all cryin’ over spilled milk out the fridge, my spirit too grown to care
no one cares, figure skate on your river of frozen tears
emotions rare, or should i say uncommon?
but it’s somethin’ that numbs his conscious when thumbin’ content
bishop’s sayin’ raheem stares, someone shot ’em
i’m unbothered, least it seem that way how i stomach problems
yeah, this the walk ‘head into brooklyn over the bridge to pick up a single slice of cheesecake when your stomach’s growlin’
neither’s tomorrow, nor money’s promised
my brother split it three ways off of one ramen, our silver spoons were unpolished
how he so humble and modest but come from the provence of gun violence and confinement?
well, come holler then come find us
yeah, they say pressure creates these blood diamonds
true, my ronin name come from the land of the risin’ sun
but this land of the fallen sons when the slums plottin’
mothers hunched over they youngin’ boxers
while the oxygen from the drugs in our lungs are toxic
my soundtrack was the track noise of all comin’ trains
the tracks in the arms of a junkie’s veins was stranger’s kiss
but somehow, we was unashamed
livin’ without fathers, most of it unexplained
regular monday, sh-t was mundane
dollars spotted with bloodstains, life’s ugly, gotta hug your pains, huh
put some bread aside, let ’em testify
don’t make it sound like you ain’t real, ’cause you leavin’ your address behind
like exitin’ ny some type of felon crime
that concrete won’t be a jungle, my daughter recognized
at least now in her set of eyes instead of mine
i do that sh-t a second time if it means more grass to rind for her exercise
and less police sirens when it’s her bedtime, but nevermind
i’m immune to that sh-t like a sensodyne
pardon, but they offended ’cause i censored mines
success come when you sense the times
but lately, this sh-t feel like a endless grind
tender your business, i’ma tender mine, it’s ron
letras aleatórias
- letra de distractions - janine and the problem
- letra de no tengo amigos nuevos - tito "el bambino"
- letra de gravity - ol' kainry
- letra de lejos de aqui - miro
- letra de beyond me (phenomenon remix by soul glow activatur) - tobymac
- letra de shawty pt. 1 - t rexx
- letra de limit break - dj dax
- letra de drunk - angaleena presley
- letra de ringrazio - fabri fibra
- letra de the world as a stage - being as an ocean