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letra de mind - wacko genius

[intro]
momma i’m floating
yeah
wacko g
it’s about time
look, look look

[verse 1]
rap so good these cabs don’t stop for me
writing down rhymes about all of my sufferings
only see politics only see policies
i know it’s hard to see past apologies
my momma raised me a good man
kaizen and senja i’ve never seen a food stamp
heaven or h-ll never went well
freedom or jail i’ve been under a cell where do you stand
never thought i would be eating out of soup cans
feeling trapped in a box like a room plan
ain’t no keys to my locks they don’t sous stand
cause i can see they just following these used trends
in the scene azizi told me i’m the best to come up
through the praises still found reasons why to unplug
i feel unmotivated heavily sedated i see the darkness that
once was faded through the tears i strive but i barely made it
i’ve been alone just for so long my only inspiration
turned his back now he’s long gone now i’m rapping solo
harvested the daisy now my soul glows
no more skipping rocks we just roll stones
reaping through these onslaughts
ayah swiped right to my phone call heard me talking crazy
feeling so lost i’ve been seeing cobras
i’ve been kissing contours i’ve been breaking sumpahs
sibling sleeping on floors wait
meditating on who do i have to be
do i chase my dreams or my families
scramping for the fresh seeds of a money tree
do i sell my soul or my sanity see
they truth unfolds if we like it or not
i see the cynical goals in your ocular spots
i see that drizzy steal flows from penitentiary lots
i see the penetrables claiming lyrical god
i see through all the facades starving just to get by
demons harvest my mind b-tches starring my signs
tears is all you would find through the test of my time
sucked two d-cks at a time i just wish you still mine

[bridge]
no amount of money change a suicidal man
see death around the corner ‘pologising in advance
see the man in the mirror ready knowing he won’t last
i see his wrists taking more hits than your shot gl-ss

[verse 2]
what do you do when you know the devil coming for you
friends leaving one by one karma l-sting for you
girlfriend don’t want one you’re her number 2
fam be breaking apart no more sharing roofs
what will rapping ever do except for boosting att-tudes
never for the revenues country singing all the blues
i can see through all the suits settle for an alt-tude
mind of a poet writing rhymes about my truth
mind of a poet love my brothers they my all
mind of a poet won’t let momma see me fall
mind of a poet wacko g my only hope
mind of a poet get me off this f-cking rope

- wacko genius

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