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kid mos - the book of mos كلمات الأغنية

(verse 1)
this is my story, this is my song/
if you feel it, yo sing along/
a product of my father’s rage/
and my mother’s disappointment/
from the city where i was raised/
to the pain that has no ointment/
from these mental disabilities/
to pressured responsibilities/
from a decade of injustice/
of destruction, and corruption/
young teens addicted to substance after substance/
feeling like god ain’t amongst us/
10 years pass by/
and my head’s still high/
knocked down a couple times but i’m still in the fight/
tryna free my mind day and night/
all alone, that’s how i pushed through/
and those are my only child blues/
surrounded by friends and yеt i still feel alone/
i got five sensеs that take control of my dome/
these types of lines are those that touch deep in your heart/
the style ain’t visual, but this sound is like art/
i scent a sense in me of insecurity/
that leaves a certain bad taste of obscurity/
what i see through my eyes is all real/
i be cracking many jokes cuz that’s how life feels/
so i resort a journal of rhymes/
jotting my autobiography in every line/
and maybe i’ll reach heights telling this life of mine/
so i’m just hoping that i can blow up in time/

(hook)
this is the book of mos, open up, page one/
these are words from the king of the young and dumb/
so take a look inside and see what you’ll find/
you’d commit suicide tryna read my mind/

(verse 2)
and i got big dreams in this nightmare of a life/
feeling like i’m drowning with all these dips and dives/
daily thoughts on my mind if imma live or die/
cuz life is like a trip with no brakes on the ride/
let my mind take the wheel, but then it whooped my ass/
growing old way too fast/
it’s like a foot planted on the gas/
don’t know how long i’ll last/
or if i’ll even pass/
and i been letting go of the past/
but it feels like the future is way scarier/
walls in my room feel like more than just barriers/
i fear what’s in the exterior/
and hate what’s in the interior/
i’m always in the ring with my thoughts/
won and lost, back and forth, in every round i fought/
mexican standoff with my mind, keep missing shots/
but if i start to slipping, then i might get caught/
questioning my psychology/
with my ghetto terminology/
speech soundwaves played through technology/
keeping my faith with lessons from deuteronomy/
and thinking bout what i’m tryna be/
honestly/
when i be consciously
spitting all honesty/
it’s just like therapy/
no need to choose my words carefully/
just letting it all out/
dropping rhyme bombs until the fallout/
i walk through the streets and see people that can’t cope/
with no hope/
a city with no idea of what’s better/
all i want is to lift you up with my letters/
listen to me, this is only the beginning/
the war’s barely started, but soon we’ll start winning/
the war’s barely started, but soon we’ll start winning
(hook x2)
this is the book of mos, open up, page one/
these are words from the king of the young and dumb/
so take a look inside and see what you’ll find/
you’d commit suicide tryna read my mind/

- kid mos

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