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letra de mowgli - whysowhite

charlie moonbeam:
i was born with the gift
of impeccable pitch
but the words that i pick
seem only to itch me
the wrong way, it’s always a terrible game
so, hey, would you be my muse?

whenever i try
to be quick with my tongue
it’s like a disease
my brain just goes numb
i just need someone who knows what to say
so, hey, would you be my muse?

this morning i woke
with you by my side
and somehow i spoke
and to my surprise
i asked for yer hand and i asked you to stay
so, hey, would you be my muse?

you’ve lifted the curse
my ideas now flow free
and i know it may hurt
but that’s all that i needed
baby, yer crazy, i’ll be on my way
but, hey, at least you were my muse…

big nick:
so it goes.. and so it goes..

when fire burns
spirits are present.. listening
and we can only listen to them –
to see them..
feel them..
to experience life
to free the chains of ancestral manipulation
misinformation
of what lies beneath
beyond lies
lie
in
belief
so believe in the liar not his lies
love equals belief
love equals belief
love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
love

sir jove:
whysowhite?
whysoblue?
whysome?
whysoyou?
why the lovers undercover looking for the colored brother to tell ya that you running from ya motha f-cking other/
i didn’t meant to bring the guns up/
out on you ones up/
when ya done crunching ya numbers/
i got you with the suns up/
segregations cause the funds up/
ninja turtle cowabunga/
pure imagination
w-lly wonka
top hat sucka/
i say this all with love/
because you know you was
did rainbows mess you up/
well, color’s relative/
cause you’s my relativity
e equals mc
naw, my name jove
please check ya knows bleed
k-now
ha ha
did you see?
not me
see 3d
in the middle of the beat
cuz i’m so rehe(art)ed
we gon restart it/
whysowhite calling the stars in those b-rs-s/
and they calling this one the martian/
i knew marvin/
ask him what’s going on/
we all tryna be one/
tryna be human/
in america/
corporatizing all my loves/
oh god!
the last one got the gun
goons and lennons
whiles martin’s on the run
malcom’s is muslim
marcus african/
i’m going back to the future
check my sun
well when my verse is done
universing on this one
you new like a virgin to this young tongue
lizzie izzie really can’t make em dumb
when the colors of the love is the rays of everyone
and funk!

- whysowhite

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