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sol chyld - psa (the introduction) - a colors show كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
the sun’s official name is sol
not “soul”, s_o_u_l
her name is “sol”, s_o_l
(sol chyld)
uhh, me and my n_ggas we ain’t taking no (l)
but s_x sells, s_x sells, cause we ain’t taking no
uh_uhh me and my n_ggas we ain’t taking no (uh)
cmd to the whole wide world

[verse]
these are stepping stones in the road less traveled
no weapon formed against me but my done face hit the gravel
a couple of times
never dismantled
never blow out this little lighter
i bought my own candle
it should be stronger than bicycle handles that my uncle had to let go
he taught me how to pedal
i never looked back and in the cracks i saw medallions in the meadows
from the eyes of a child and the child from the ghetto
i just wanted to see more
be more, explore
the daily plight that we fought
them camden nights that we sought
to make it out the struggle and defeat
rose turned to gardens of concrete
the garden state b_st_rd child that learned how to_
time leap
sp_ce bend
it make sense
faced against the basics of a fragrance
that i still miss those summer city nights
when we were still kids
those memories i still kiss
people that i still miss
the reason that i’m still here_

these are stepping stones in the road that they didn’t finish
ain’t no looking back i found a track to lay my writtens
placed my tennis shoes by the tools they used and recommended me not to indulge
many was lost to the war
they left heart within they art
they was fighting to heard
other fighting to be saw
i was fighting to be strong
like the bicycle handles that my uncle go of that somebody stole a week later
f_ck n_ggas showed us how to_

time leap, sp_ce bend
it make sense
face against the basics of a fragance
that i still miss those summer city nights
when we were still kids
those memories i still kiss
people that i got that k!lled that
we still reminisce
and that we pour for
pour more
from the city bus to being on tour
acting like this sh_t don’t mean that much
it world to us
as kid the city felt so big it was the world to us
f_ck the stepping stone of that the road wasn’t built for
stepped and cracked pavement cause prayed we build more
or work our way up towards
f_ck whoever doubted the allotted amount of the problems when equality was shouted
when respect wasn’t giving
took away our fathers left the mothers with children
bombs across the nation taught us patience was a virtue
but, no patience wasn’t given
ain’t no grace and understanding when genocide is taking place and they can’t_

time leap
sp_ce bend
make it make sense
face against the heights of a tragedy
bombs across sky made the world speak
they were still kids still babies
thinking that we world could save me
so we pour for
pour more
for the mother and father we still mourn
the activist we still we mourn
people that we still mourn
we marched and stood for
thinking could we have did more
we could have did more (d_mn)

- sol chyld

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