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letra de street medley - wr3nch

i’m sat here in a white tank top thinking
think of popping as much as drinking
i’m shrinking i can’t believe it
but i try i just can’t quit sh-t
put that cig to my lip
as deadly as a clip
but when i flip it
we know that ship has sailed

think about my brother and how they sent him to jail
got as much respect for that brother as i do my own mother
there could really be no other
cause when we’re together it really make me wonder
what life is like whe you don’t live in the under

everyone hungry for the food just like a huntеr
yeah we live lifе in the gutter
try grow wings but can’t even flutter
when 1 in every 5 people you know is a cutter
yeah we all suffer live life for the rougher
but we follow the culture especially the youngers

life ain’t pg this and pc that
cause when pc hobson’s on your ass
like lagadu most will grass
pg as a kid now we f-ck with pc’s as teens
young adults in the world full of empty dreams
silent screams, h-ll most of us even
pop beans
smoke greens
then leave the scene
some of us stay strapped with beams
life as an adult just isn’t what it seems
and most of us still don’t know what adult means
and i don’t mean we’re all dope fiends
but i can see what yous see when you think of me and my brethren out on that dark street
1-10 like a meet and greet
just to try and get some sweets or some food to go home and just eat
but trust me we’re just meat
some of our only ways out is a flow and a beat
for others they don’t succeed
just fall into the soft seat of deceit
some people live to compete
others live to conceed
it’s sad to see people so concrete
but only feel complete
when they get some weed
or some speed
or some seed
to nurture their bad habits
and pour water on like salads
taking that paper with acid
hiding their shame with that blanket
but can’t get to sleep at night
then just go and take some more tablets
do they find eventual rest in their caskets
or feed their regrets to the maggots
or die slow and sad like the planet

go out with the clip on the belt
dressed in all black on the dl being stealth
no regard for our enemy health
cause when they see green they think wealth
put down the gun they just held
pick up the food they just smelt
and hand out to to youths they just dealt

catch the youth on the streets with blades
tryna write in blood to get bad grades
fake rates and bad fades
to see as dark as we do you’d need shades
maybe make some trades with the greats
cause in this life your enemy
is your own mates
and all you can do is blame the states
for the state of our estates
it’s all there just dictate
when we think of our own government we feel betrayed
everything they need to know is displayed
too bad for them they grew up so good they can’t relate
to why every class in school there’s that one kid that’s always late
smoking slate and full of hate
but they just wait and call him a thug today
but give it time and he’ll serve time like an inmate
when he pulls out the switchblade
go for the mothers neck
it’s inlaid in his head to get anything thing in life he can’t without a death
wanna go to college or uni without a debt?
don’t even get the choice to go or get set
cause they know it and their ready
the only finish line for them is when someone turns on them with the intent that is deadly

this is the streets medley

- wr3nch

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