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letra de temple doors - wiseboy jeremy

[verse 1]
uh, couple pages to the temple doors it opens through the insight
interlock my hands commend guidance from the highest
alienated my people with a different light
ponderin’ the other side but the vision’s high, see the dilemma is to still climb and let the white flag blow and hitchhike
attached soul to my backbone and wrist ? the souls on my sides they skin tight
persevere the marathon and then fight
carry on, carryin’ a pair of large luggage by my hipsidе
it’s a thin line and yet we fall, ? high but thе angels still sing right

[chorus]
proof that i, proof that i see, that the fruits don’t fall so far from the tree but i know that the juice still sweet

[verse 2]
eyes on the road, disciple of hope, motherland on my neck shinin’ because we plan to profit in gold
sleepin’ on my homie couch in new york, a couple days without a change of clothes
if it ain’t change what you mistake it for?
serene meditation maintain focus a message to all y’all placeholders hope you takin’ notes
i fail to miss the hazy smoke soon as my prayers spoke
can’t be ashamed to grow, ? sniff around for monetary gain play it safe, you can stain your nose
the population growing in these vacant homes
how can i take these given halves and make a whole?
been a man of sacred oaths, the wisdom ages when the pages close

[chorus]
proof that i, proof that i see, that the fruits don’t fall so far from the tree but i know that the juice still sweet
[verse 3]
no sense of dignity for negro blood, poisoned with the soul of white america
the endearment on my trap is quite imperative because its only as one that we can rise and find a narrative
eyes dry but i can’t old the cries of hysteria, lies that they laid upon the mind of the helpless
and the answer is as high as the shelf sits, the sky with a ??
my spirit ghost rides with no helmet
never buy at the price that they try to sell it, effortless scribing when i write these cogent letters

penny surviving had his fire po’ in mealsures
we yearn for the system’s empathy it’s clear they don’t respect us

[chorus]
proof that i, proof that i see, that the fruits don’t fall so far from the tree but i know that the juice still sweet
proof that i, proof that i see, that the fruits don’t fall so far from the tree but i know that the juice still sweet

- wiseboy jeremy

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