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letra de i'll decide - werd (sos)

you want to be a big rap star
it’s like i’ll decide i’ll decide
you want your lyrics to take you far
it’s like yo i’ll decide i’ll decide
you think the people respect you now
it’s like yo i’ll decide i’ll decide
when you think they’re going to let you out
it’s like i’ll decide i’ll decide

now i’ve been sitting here for so long
i see my f-cking nails start it grow long
it’s so bad people have started asking about my pr-nouns
i don’t smile sick of rappers that do when they show off
your lifе is like a movie huh
mine’s likе the prologue
my forecast is cold out
it’s so nice thinking of taking a boat out
tie cement to my legs just to make sure i drown
i’m so sick of it all
it’s like i have some sort of rap record withdrawal
it’s getting me cross
it’s getting me nauseous
while i stand behind the pulpit
deliver the sermon
make sure to pass around the offering
when you see me make sure to ask me what i’m bothered with
the state of hip hop and every artist acting part of it
i’m a channel they say a conduit
a voice for the unheard
a module of their experiment
the solution without the politics
till i’m defaced like the monuments
sitting across from parliament
you want the people to see who you are
it’s like i’ll decide i’ll decide
they might leave if you show them too much
it’s like i’ll decide i’ll decide
but when you fall who will build you back up
it’s like i’ll decide i’ll decide
it’s all over when you’ve no other choice
it’s like i’ll decide i’ll decide

is that art you write
is your heart inside
i’ll never fit in or play a part with rhymes
we’ll make a mark this time
your all marks its fine
i’d rather be me when the pen it glides
sky is the limit
but that’s if you live it
sometimes i just rhyme for my own state of mind
you can’t sell it
nor does it bother me
don’t like monarchies
i keep my own royalties
i’ll decide
the suits stay off of me
manged on our own no ties to throttle me
the prize was honesty
just sat recording with
your best mates before you all age and go your way
always growing eh
hold what’s close to you
hold the mic speak life in its broken ways
you could be broke with fame
or rich with none
just be you when they calling your name

- werd sos

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