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letra de war flowerz - vega7 the ronin & ayo shamir

[intro]
i tell you my story and i share my story so you can learn from my story and live my story, nephew
if you not a real one, real —-, don’t be one
don’t be no real —-, be a real you
because if you can be your real you, you gon’ win
if you be a real —-, you goin’ in that grave or you goin’ in that cell
and what’s real about that?
what’s, what’s, what’s, what’s so real about losin’ your life?

[chorus: yp aka young paul & vega7 the ronin]
all my soldiers with a stone heart
in the grave or a cell
bodies droppin’ when the chrome spark (doot-doot)
movin’ weight for a meal
too many graved with the war flowers
in the hood, snakes pitchin’ with the raw powder
th-rns stickin’ out the red rose
on top of grave with the war flowers (doot-doot-doot, yo)

[verse 1: vega7 the ronin]
they say every war was born from a shove, uh
they shouted “g.o.a.t.” when they saw they was h-rns before
but i was unsure if it was, ’cause even when they gave me flowers
the public sold ’em as roses, i sold the th-rns and the buzz, uh
i hate my art, left for the audience to judge
was uncomfortable with positive words when i caught a buzz
all that hate absorbed in my blood
if i’m honest, i felt more at home with eighty followers, back when i had to crawl through the mud
so i create enemy narratives that could support my grudge
the fuel of what i write, i was trained to ignore your love
so often, the culture makes man a mortal for what he does
next minute, under your feet, they gon’ pull out the floor with rug
now you washed, and all your music to them, just water and sus
this vega ain’t f-ckin’ with the old vega he formely was
ask me why i stay humble, i gave ’em the jordan shrug
closest i felt to walz when i gave my daughter a hug, uh
pray to the lord above, i refrain from all of the sinnin’
make important decisions the day my flaws are forgiven
strike while the iron’s hot, that’s the main course in the kitchen
but n-ggas wait too long and that stick is scorchin’ the sk!llet
tried to be more like abel, evadin’ war with my siblings
but started k!llin’ my brothers, cain before his repentance
but who’s the fatal four? entertainments pose with the gimmicks
our fate assures it’ll be our own graves we often be diggin’
headed to my tombstone like i’m kane before he could pin it
i was makin’ sure that i’m finished, remainin’ raw like i’m vincent mcmahon
it’s in my plans, can’t take a loss when you’re winnin’
got no time to take off with my game score when the minutes in hand
sh-t, why y’all be worshippin’ these names?
is it the porsche, whips, and all the quarter bricks of ‘caine?
some things get so obvious, it gets awkward to explain, like
where there’s smoke, there’s fire, if water drips, then it’s rain
maybe the fortune is to blame, it’s unfortunate the tales of forgery be the same
would my career be bars or is there more to be gained?
i know the only thing important that remains is my daughter whose mother’s from port of spain
will my corpse feel allured to claim the upper room?
when your life is private, don’t be mad when they just assume
will i be satisfied with what i wrote when they shut the tomb?
bury me with a nina like it’s ninety-nine luftballons
to fight my demons off, karma want me to suffer doom
for all the negativity contained in my shuffle tunes
wish i could speak with maya angelou from my humble view
like, “what good is a rose through concrete when it doesn’t bloom?”
you either succeed or you fail, they say success is just our primitive need to prevail
that’s back when none of y’all was waitin’ to see me excel
told ’em my growth was next
they told me, “don’t hold you breath”, now they waitin’ to see me exhale, yeah
when you’re true to your path, it feel like a freedom trail
had to keep truckin’, i got my cdl
if creativity comes from god, how are artists worth gettin’ gauged off of media sales?
figured i’d save you this seat in h-ll
just be yourselves or don’t, the choice is yours
i’m no preacher sellin’ you hope, operate on blind faith
i just read the braille on my ghost, my cheekin’ help me to flow
f-ck the captain, don’t forget, it’s the breeze that’s sailin’ the boat, n-gga
i’m sayin’, what’s motivatin’ these stars?
mostly the brain or heart, or the soul that creates the art?
they say when you in that hole, it’s the only remainin’ spark
joker played from my cards, poker face for the odds, yeah
yeah, this feel like noah makin’ the ark, yeah
without a home depot or lowe’s to pay for his parts
never gettin’ through these waters, the ocean plagued with you sharks
i know my way in the dark, i spoke to the face of god, it’s me
[chorus: yp aka young paul]
all my soldiers with a stone heart
in the grave or a cell
bodies droppin’ when the chrome spark (doot-doot)
movin’ weight for a meal
too many graved with the war flowers
in the hood, snakes pitchin’ with the raw powder
th-rns stickin’ out the red rose
on top of grave with the war flowers (doot-doot-doot)

- vega7 the ronin ayo shamir

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