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​r.a.p. ferreira & kenny segal - real jazz كلمات أغنية

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[part i]
[intro: sample & r.a.p. ferreira]
my poems
cross my face
i had it all
across my face
yeah

[verse 1: r.a.p. ferreira]
in the crick behind my crib
i watched a bobcat eat a raccoon and all of her kids
in the crick behind my crib
overgrown and th_rny
the self a belly lining
there isn’t any mourning
the dirt digests, thief
it really hurt, honestly
i crouch amidst the brush
my mind itself a brush
i like to hide when i write so my writing can be open
some jobs pick you and some are chosen
you keep an accurate list, strangers will call that a poem
you can hustle it for a while
but in the crick behind my crib money is usеless
and the sun stares rеlentlessly
like, “n_gga are you clueless?
out in this mud you gon find your real reasoning
the soil cracks, your skin a mirror
that’s seasoning
you start hating, memory spotty
logic faulty, your hair grows salty
the ocean carries you in
you notice old people are always scared to begin
i don’t wanna be like them
a cracker i don’t know asked me if i ever considered me the problem
i said, “my work deals with this very often
but i’m ’bout a dollar, so you’ll have to buy it in installments.”
giggle
sho ’nuff, they did
[chorus: r.a.p. ferreira & mother of moon & ruby]
the ruby yacht goin’ dummy
the ruby yacht goin’ dummy
the poets is gettin’ money
the poets is gettin’ money
the ruby yacht goin’ dummy
the ruby yacht goin’ dummy
the poets is gettin’ money
the poets is gettin’ money
the ruby yacht goin’ dummy

[post_chorus: mother of moon & ruby]
r_a_p ferreira, n_gga
and the p is for pushing this pretty poetry
practically sun_up to sundown
ask about it

[verse 2: r.a.p. ferreira]
my only regret is believing i couldn’t
a life is an argument for the meaning of goodness
a leg can be wooden
an eye can be glass
sometimes the lie is a laugh
sometimes a person never comes back
the letters get stacked
left unopened, unread
thunder and lead
i wonder what happens if i replace the blues with red
these fools said the muse was dead
how wrong they were
galloping cruel speed ahead
a blur
[bridge: r.a.p. ferreira & mother of moon & ruby]
it sits when i command
it sits when i command
the master makes demands
the master makes demands
in the crick behind my crib
in the crick behind my crib
it sits when i command
it sits when i command
the master makes demands
the master makes demands
in the crick behind my crib
in the crick behind my crib

[outro: r.a.p. ferreira]
ahh yes, and that’s all folks
you’ll have to tune into another episode of real jazz
to find out how r.a.p. ferreira lands this perilous poetic adventure
how does he do it, time and time again?
one may never know
but, for certain
the poet’s pen seems to be working
ahh yes, god bless you
and goodnight

[silence]
[part ii]
[segue: r.a.p. ferreira]
kenny pulled out this 11 year old draft we done, and, i thought i’d have a conversation with myself

[verse 3: milo & r.a.p. ferreira]
dueling with good intentions
it’s easy to doubt yourself
so for now we play the sounding h_rn
and teach ourselves how to mourn
basking in the purple light
we thought it’d last forever but it didn’t
no it didn’t
dueling with wicked thoughts
i’m only expanding ever_gaining gravity
while unraveling, mastering the lessons
do you think god will ever apologize for being late?
tomorrow drums my body as i nod with nonchalance
i snuck a little boy radishes in the middle of ramadan
i am sorry for my sacrilege
abandoning ideology on a ledge with messy pants
i want to speak to whoever’s in charge and tell her i’m doing the best i can

[verse 4: r.a.p. ferreira]
uh huh
good job, young man
when them doubts creep in
don’t drown, young man
when it get real heavy
be the light, young man
’cause folk notice a grouch and ignore the trashcan
you got to pull yourself up out the badlands
you gotta stay committed to the feeling of sunbeams
before it go dark like the bang of the gun means
them long nights eating sleep for supper
become a point of pride among real brothers
but those is few and far between
the fuse and cartilage clean
in carthage and you know my sword gleams
on my own ten, i don’t need a f_cking team
performed my first miracle at the age of thirty_three
chronicled every detail as it occurred to me
we from a place where your soul is currency
and they so mad, n_ggas never cashed out

[outro: r.a.p. ferreira]
chuckle
if you ain’t got enough soul, lemme know, i’ll loan you some
word, there’s simply so much to do
uh, the name of the game is to make some change and remain allergic to fame
do what you got to do so the flies don’t come
maintain a poetic connection with your purple moonlight pages
and always be sure to consult the night green side of it
r.a.p. ferreira
kenny segal
ruby yacht
soulfolks
peace

- r a p ferreira kenny segal

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