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j-yak – social network كلمات اغاني

it feels like… everyone’s grown up/
my mom told me itd happen, and rappin’s so much… to no avail, no product/
or… nothing to brag about, im draggin out/
dope lyricism, but they’d rather hear em spitting swag me out, swag me out/
who’s in my social network? tag me now/
i’m tryna make rap that could make me proud, jay-z “wow”, and shake break me down, i hate these clowns/
tryna rate me, lately, j seems down… and sounds… depressed with this/
those the burdens of a pessimist, urgin for the rest to strap their vests, protect their necks, and wrists/
it’s a cold world… but i’m dressed for this, i never claimed i’m the best, i just accepted it/
like good credit, i would head for the books, steady minded, but i’m all to aware that school is blinding/
so is timing… i’ve seen love change overnight, seen drugs sway sober sight, like….let the instruments hit/
and i never said that i’m above the influence, i just influence it, we spend more time defining legit/
then finding out niche, quick as a whip, life can change, so just stick to the script, kid/

i’m codependent to an old dimension, the one i won’t let go/
the whole “yo, its time to grow” but im so retro, in retrospect/
i’m calling for an sos… 300 miles from the civilization/
trials of a tribulation, waitin on some syndication, let’s go check/
electrotech’s switching his brain chemistry, the energy/
drained from his face, replaced ident-ty; capital one/
light cast from his sun, could catalyze and -n-lyze what you done/
tryna make it in a place embracing statues of some.. lady, a bell that we tried to break/
a h-ll that we tried escaping… just to find out that its chasing/
the only means of avoidance is through embracing complacence/
defaced currency, and emergencies, divert beliefs/
paul will tell you bout it curtains 33/
it’s so ominous, the false promises, spotting up all of us/
enough to bluff an optometrist, hidden in ganja hits/
that’s the old me, i say that i’ve changed/
or was it evolution, ever proving, that i’m the same/
i just look different, and i don’t wanna social network it just looks distant/

dear summer, where’s autumn gone?/
my city’s been replaced by waste from an atomic bomb../
ambiance is stranger.. closet of coat hangers/
bottles with no fragrance, this place i couldn’t wait to scape from/
i felt held back… by memories of the culdesac/
we huddled at…then they yell “jack”/
i hear em from a distance/
i ran away after the egg had hit that honda civic/
a little kid too unaware about the world i lived in/
a little kid too unaware about the world i’d live in/
i’d give anything to go back/
to the railroad tracks, snowb-lls packed, and basketball plaques/
i lacked fear, stress, and reality/
i owned life, love, the whole galaxy/
never knew of fatality til my gramps died/
the same year, followed the other one, from my dad’s side/
started asking if the past life’s concering/
or determines if youll end in the black night and burning/
“don’t ask twice” its hurting, my mom said/
inverted my conscience, reworded a third of what i had not yet/
been answered, see theres crime, dimes, and cancer/
no nine lives to tamper, divine cries for a candle, to fl!cker/
or something to switch up, so i can know that he’s with us/
and bearing a witness, to the most trying times ive been mixed up, in/
the dim backdrop, and windy road of a matchbox/
in front, settles, my need for a stunt devil, ill slack off/
moscoto, a lotto ticket, and crack rocks/
the facts not, that im scared of failing, its opposite/
the knowledge i could polish the world i know is a postulate/
for why i’m ‘fraid to drop this sh-t, apprehension/
the greatest ill in our inner mind, and the reason for half our lessons/
what we shoulda done, what we coulda done/
what we woulda, it’d be gooda, if our hoods were onn/
and our mind’s gone, wrap insecurities in the blunt/
but know you’ll still have residue every time that you l!ck it up/
we’ll pick it up where you left off, they wait for the pep talk/
bout bettering life, and right when you set off/
the devils on your shoulder, holding you accoutable/
and saying that you’ll always be the same, your not dis-mountable/
your sins are countable, your bound to go, a couple rounds or so/
it’s far from over, turn your life around, i swear its manageable/

- j yak

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