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david chidiac - letter to the editor 3 كلمات الأغنية

(verse 1)
dear mr chidiac
i swear the hounds are chasing
you can hear the barking and see them gnawing my face here
can’t you see the m-sses and packs of wild dogs
hounding me down in the midst of the fog
this is just the start of some actual work
something missing from my repertoire, i guess i’m a jerk
can’t you seem to understand my words are quite wack
every time i open my mouth i go blue and black
i get that my sh-t may sound kinda crazy
i get that my flow occasionally rips jay-z
but can you possibly discount all of my sk!lls
in the hopes of running me off the hill
i get that i talk quite a fair bit
i get that i may lack the talent to spit
i know you could never truly show
me abit of the love for the heads that flow
granted i’m aware that i sound kinda whiny
so is that why you guys stab from behind me?
why can’t you just say it to my face?
are you afraid i might chase?
what is it that stops you from being honest?
i won’t hold it against you, i swear, i promise
i just really really wanna know
what i did wrong to make you feel so…
angry and aggressive, and talking so much sh-t
my facial expressions attempt to resist
they struggle to give two flying f-cks
so i stare blankly with a gaping mug
she never even gave me a chance to bite the rug
this is the point that i’m trying to make
everything seems to be all shake and no bake
if i were just like all the other mitches
i highly doubt i’d have any st-tches

(verse 2)
i wrote this letter at the start of september
thinking it would get better
i’d sweat it like a sweater
forgeter of the finer things in life
i ignore the fun but that comes with a price
can’t seem to find the one
now it’s like i’m staring down the barrel of a gun
i wrote this letter at the start of september
i think it’s getting better
i close my eyes and imagine
all this magic
ain’t nothing d-mn tragic
i spit words and bars
cause my tone is harsh
and i scratch your cars
with my whiny accent
accentuated by the fact i act so spastic
but like shaq i’m magic
so what is it i share with a prison and mars?
so many of these godd-mn bars
they rain for days and days
8, 16, 24 and 32
all that i have i’ll spit for you
so pull me through…

(verse 3)
so this is my flow
my story i sorta stole
the game i play without a role
the relationship without a whole
my shoes worn from the journeys toll
a new pair for my new goal
but i don’t want to sell my soul so
zanotti’s prolly the body that i’ll embody
can’t n0body stop me
snapback to the top will be
all you’ll ever need to hear
all of my dark tragedies
are merely formalities
technicalities and the frailties
of all that we hold so dear
reflect back on
what we feel we need
so let it be
open up to fantasy let’s just have a blast and be
all that we dream to be, cause
frightened we will never be
so come with me and you will see
a world that’s made for you and me

ga!!

- david chidiac

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