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kataem - butterfly effect كلمات الأغنية

blood rain streets heard the thunder
bruthas shootin at the highest shutter
belly of the beast feel the hunger
better hold on to yo lover

ive been, waiting for my northern star to hit my streets
guidance for the wisest, ain’t no promise in your peace
ive been, waiting for my northern star to hit my streets
guidance for the wisest, ‘fore they body’s under sheets

cold hearts put the heat in the weather
i couldn’t decide on a sweater
for an extra layer put a vest on
cause bruthas really tryna beat the record
pistol gripping got the city reminiscing
but no pitty for the k!llings
they go silly bout statistics
i hope that all my bruthas make it home tonight
we roam the coldest nights if our home ain’t right
forget about all the blood on the leaves if you roll it right| while others close their eyes when no hopes in sight| too many lost souls, bruthas have to cope alone| can’t get rid of they own demons so they clone they own| rollin 5 gs deep like a mobile phone| dreaming that the money hustled get em coast to coast| one body in casket was it really worth it| guilt rotting your abdomen, is yo stomach hurting|
ain’t there more to your pride than letting your gun dispersing| is your conscience inside you, is yo heart working| do you know you getting by on someones hard earning| the effect is a b_tterfly, who gon save u if u k!lling nurses|

only exception is to beat the game with flying colours| cheat codes and some instructions dont apply to coloured| needs more money for his mommas medical bill| ironically shot and robbed the doc who would’ve saved his mother| bruthas shootin at the highest shutter, no photo| your brother in the picture if let him roam solo| you won’t see the bigger picture till they make yo bro a logo| gotta make a plot before you catch a stain on your polo| dogs on the streets, walking with paws gripping glocks, off a leash| when yo cop with the glock dont need guap for a lease| popping a shot got a scholar to bleed| bought with the heat is a lost prophecy| costed a possible monarch to be| all cause the streets left you taught to be mean| they think the violence gets stopped by the piece| that type of logic ironic to me| no one is lawless, just lost and deceived| two bruthas lost, one is caught one deceased| add that to the reason we thought as diseased| that a cop is finna use it to plot one on me|

- kataem

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