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letra de never met em - xavy rusan

[intro]
i want to
tell me that like, ay

[verse]
every time i look out, i’m on my lookout, ’cause n-ggas trippin’
no, i ain’t hopin’, no sense in votin’, f-ck politicians
all of that hatin’ don’t be creatin’ food in my kitchen
all of that talkin’ without no walkin’ can’t help my vision
when i step out, they pull my neck out, they try to play me
so i don’t go out without my blowout, brought that 380
all of my brothers pray for they mothers, ’cause i can’t tame ’em
got no answer, can’t k!ll the cancer, how can you blame ’em?
i was hopin’ i could be open with all my feelings
but, nah, f-ck it, i’ll take that bucket without no ceilings
i’ve been prayin’, but i ain’t sayin’ that i ain’t stressin’
i ain’t mopin’, ’cause i’m just hopin’ i learn my lesson
i need g’s for all my g’s so could you please try?
off your knees, and all of your peace, don’t let your dreams die
i plant my seed to feel your need to give your brain food
if you like me, the sh-t you see’ll give you strange moods, so i’m just
prayin’ for answers, i know they hidin’ the truth from us
prayin’ for protection, i know they plottin’ on newcomers
ride through the city, my reefer reekin’, my speaker speakin’
my conscience stressin’, but i be knowin’ that he be tweakin’
say i was thinkin’ this weekend we get to linkin’ up
brought us some of that good and that world and we thought of linkin’ up
she understandin’ my language, i think she speak it well
she ease the pain on my brain that’s causin’ my people h-ll
and since you lookin’, i’m lookin’, maybe we find a way
to put your heart to the surface and put your mind away
they dropped us here on a dyin’ planet without permission
no pot to p-ss in and tryna offer you propositions
what about my struggle? be funny, they call it entertainin’
n-ggas got them snakes in they hood will watch who you entertainin’
all about my freedom so i’ma need ’em to come corrected
thinkin’ i’m your enemy, all your energy misdirected
i share the tear for my people, i struggle to be connected
i got that call from my cousin, i’m glad we reconnected
why do they always hatin’ on the moves we makin’ and tryna slow ’em?
wish i could give you that reason, but i don’t even know

- xavy rusan

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