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street light - lightwork كلمات الأغنية

the lightest work is over now. my mind was in a cell, and i didn’t have a phone to dial. thank you if you copped it, ironically it broke me out. and i don’t need arrest. i just need for yall to hold it down

faces to the pavement. cuff the game the way i’d cuff my jeans as if to signify the lames that i hang with. the same lames who on this track would remain chainless, became it by refusing to be part of the gangs then

losing points for realizing being the same is the same as being a clone that remains nameless. god gave us higher purpose and so i paint this, picture while they frame it. let me put it in layman’s

terms. i observe all the jesus talk hatred. and how i need to dumb it down so i’ll become famous. but i’m never backing down, those ingredients, i ain’t made with. yall used to backing down until you’re neo from the matrix

dodging bullets. dodging my statements. the same kid who in dodge-ball, had trouble aiming. all i hear lately is how they game changing. but how you gon change this, when you don’t even make cents?

you don’t get the bill. when you don’t even pay rent here, perfect reflections, huh? i’ll break that mirror. they want to race me, and talking about this they year. more power to you, hope you get a glimpse back there

cuz i am so far ahead. i think i’m losing a couple friends, got more enemies every week. but they weak as they were, and i’m strong as it is. my weakness is never revealed because it doesn’t even exist. think i’m starting to lose my head. work so hard. don’t know which day of the week it is. the secret is

now if i were to tell you that, i’d have to reel you back from the realm of where the stars and the never ending planets at. let me keep it simple. god gave me a shot, and i ain’t even c-cked the hammer back

but. i’m quite ready. ironic, my light’s heavy. bionic. my mind gets me the knowledge that i’m stressing. addressing what lies next to me, dressing in fine linen, we getting defined penalties from the benign enemies

smashing all your music groups. just a bunch of rappers who copycatting thinking banding together is a faster route. but half of you is trash, and not one of you daft amateurs could p-ss me or my troops. i don’t need a hand to salute

i don’t even have to recruit. i just rhyme so, the lighter nation’s chosen from the start. it’s already in their bio. forget tweeting it, i’m talking straight science and physics. harder to miss it when your arteries are bleeding it

let me proceed a bit. this is like an intro. . . . the difference between just being in the game and beating it. i get so. . . . wait. my pen broke. . . ok, i’m back. where’d i leave off? i’m so forgetful . .
i think i said i get so, fired up. my credentials, high enough. could’ve been on. tired of, tiring myself out. they minds have been blown, iron up my attire. maybe they’ll catch on this roll before i retire. .

but out of all that. . .this is just a thank you. and a warning call back. cuz i already called them on their garbage called rap. i’m deleting them from the game while i’m typing in all caps

- street light

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