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dj late night 00000 - fresh restart كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
been out the game for almost two decades
just faded to black while i was looking at deep sp_ce
hid in the shadows, no face no case
gentrification, self annihilation
rent to high to find a place to lay your head at makes you want to catch a case
in order to get some bread so you can go on a vaction
jail reform, no more puninshment for our sins
deep inside all we doing is trying to win
a frest restart equals a new beginning
gots to get money in order to get some s_xual healing

[verse 1]
d_mn, do i miss selling coke vials on the block around the clock
d_mn, do i miss tricking off 7 timеs a day 7 times a week on the block
back in the day whеn it was all good in the hood
we had pay phones every where, big booty thots walked the avenue
while we layed in the cut making our daily revenue
master p movie & song bout it, bout it had me camoflauge the f_ck out it in every color army suit fatigues available
use to count money on the table
had a cable scarmbler to watch boxing matches, wrestling matches & p_rn before every thing i just mention got all wack
we were on the back streets celebrating life everyday
while sipping, smoking & stroking neighborhood kittens
now we older now all of us are on our on spiritual journeys & missions
no more family traditions
it’s time to bust a move to get some bread to fund my expedition around the world
[repeat chorus]

[bridge]
hold on — we rewrite the ledger, not the pain, rewrite the names off the chain
from cell blocks to skyline flights, trade the sirens for lullabies at night
stack the dues into deeds, plant a seed where the cold wind used to blow
teach the young to profit from promise, not from sorrow’s undertow
burn the night with lanterns of purpose, let the city map our glow
fresh starts, clean hearts, we rise slow — built to heal, not just to show

[verse 2]
came back quieter, pockets thin but vision clearer, steady grin
learned to launder scars into art, flip my losses into wins
no more midnight deals beneath fl!ckering streetlamps, just late flights and long pens
see the block got polished, coffee shops on every corner where dope was once the trend
my old crew scattered like receipts — some in temples, some still fightin’ bends
wrote my name on statutes, fought for those they boxed up for petty ends
now i bankroll bailouts, not bail_ins, funding chapters where freedom mends
love’s tax_deductible now — paid in kisses, sheets, and rented benz
therapy on the jet, s_x as medicine, repairing what the system penned
learning how to spend without pretend, teach my kids how to defend their heads
we trade turf for turf of mind and heart, invest in land, not just the bread
a fresh restart — rebirth under neon skies, hustle holy when hope’s been shed

[repeat chorus]
[bridge]
hold on — we rewrite the ledger, not the pain, rewrite the names off the chain
from cell blocks to skyline flights, trade the sirens for lullabies at night
stack the dues into deeds, plant a seed where the cold wind used to blow
teach the young to profit from promise, not from sorrow’s undertow
burn the night with lanterns of purpose, let the city map our glow
fresh starts, clean hearts, we rise slow — built to heal, not just to show

[verse 3]
cold mornings in the studio, coffee burnt, pen bleeding gospel truth
counting blessings not the profits, learning patience like a student of the booth
old scars teach new songs — cadence, cadence, cadence — rhythm for the roof
neighbors trade wi‑fi for wisdom, kids trade corners for craft, building proof
i sponsor block bbqs, seal up broken windows, hand out work not just aloof
signed my name on petitions, fought the zoning where they priced us out of roots
turned my hustle to a program, taught the youth to flip resumes, not loose
love’s more than a transaction now — slow burns, honest touch, honest truth
we heal the lines of our faces with grace, not paint, reclaiming every booth

[outro]
slow fade — city lights hum like an old cassette i used to spin
paid my dues, caught my peace, learned to lose and still begin
from shadow corners to passport stamps, we stitched the rips with thread
new keys for old locks, new beds for tired heads
if freedom’s currency is love, then spend it loud and spend it wise
fresh start etched on my palms, i sleep beneath forgiving skies
one last breath, one last prayer, then we step back in the race —
same hunger, new horizon, steady hands, and softer faith

- dj late night 00000

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