Sorah, LIFE TO THE PEN
SORAH, LIFE TO THE PEN
Sorah
LIFE TO THE PEN
LIFE TO THE PEN
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The first few bars i ever put on paper were about the pain and the misery About my trust issues and family mysteries I framed my defeat didnt even know bout the victories Never recorded those words never brought em to light Full of fright writin in the moonlight bightin my finger word to my mouth, salt to my lip Pillow tears was the trick make sure noone hears me not even a bit I tought myself all that I know about flow bro got started with this rap shit ready to commit Facin feelins harder than putin on a show though My rap is my legacy my intention is pure I dont have no remedy to what we endure But I’m blessed wiv my energy ready to pass it on music for the trapped ones, for the fuckin ‘’mad ones’’ censored and cancelled fuckin typical I open my mouth, keepin it lyrical My rap is political, fuck being cynical who are they though their opinion is trivial who said being on the right side of history was gon be easy these haters in my space like im the bottle they the genie they fuckin creepy like the stalkers on the tv barkin like a doggie in a beeniee (thinkin they can beat me) remember my name and pronounce it right S O R A H Sorah's on the mic Mon rap ne rentre pas dans leurs rangs Fidele au rap qui rentre dedans, meme si on m’arrache chaque putain de dent J’enmerde, j’accuse et je fais pas s’en blanc peur du mepris, en depit devenue epidemie depuis lan 2000 le rap est machine à fric jle fais en boom bap en trap, en putain d drill dans toutes les putains d langues ouais : Tahia Falastin ! Should I dedicate my life to the pen Spit in the mic and and then spit on the feds Where the line between self care and revenge stuck in my mind got questions in my head Like who the fuck am I and what do I want Is this real life or is it just a stunt About to go die or about to go hunt Do I stay on the side line or play at the front Who are my allies and who are not worth it Who will be there when I'm under the surface Who will be there when they see I'm not perfect Who will just slip and who'll fuck up on purpose Why did I think that I like everyone Why did I drink so much just for the fun Why did I always yell back at my mum did she forgive me for being so dumb Is there a heaven and is there a hell And if there was how the fuck can I tell Did I do bad or did I do well Do I wait for Gods judgement or start to rebel Do I just wanna sell or do I wanna be me Do I play fair or do I start to be mean Do I let them get into my hair or wash myself clean // Do I even care about not fittin in my jeans Do I let go or keep up the fight ? Do I tip toe or stomp till they fright ? Do I stay low or shine like the light ? Will I know if this is my last night ? it's just another story just another lesson, all these lessons got me countin all my blessins it's just another story just another lesson, I guess my patience bein tested every second |