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lirik lagu humble the poet - voice for the voiceless ii

[humble the poet]
this is not a tribute song
it’s the voice for the voiceless
naw
choice for the choiceless
the eyes start to swell up & moisten
with poison dripping every single tear

i ain’t do this for the baagi baagis
i do this that girl in the party, party
standing in the corner so akward oddly
no comfort in her skin, but she’ll show her body
a rookie? no hardly hardly
she been around the block a few times
well he took her round the block a few times
she in his lap, squeeze her thigh
call him daddy
she only 13

that ain’t even the worst thang
she went & told her mom after first time
mom ain’t believe her but she blame her
said she showin off those b00bies
so she shamed her…

them bosoms became strangers
couldn’t cushion her danger
or anger
or betrayal
that changed her
you see well
he slanged her
you call that
a sl-t , a wh0r-, a hooker, ho
all dat

ain’t that some sh-t
guess that gives the term “my daddy was a pimp” a new context
and who to blame who to blame?
cause she older now
ran away from papi
never sober now
would u be?
could u be?
should u be?
if people paid your papa to put paws on you
who be
left to protect
whats left of you
so do me
a favour
realize you can’t save her
so love her
don’t judge her though

i ain’t do this to be lyrical
i do this for dudes that pray for miracles
palms kissin,- on their knees hyrsterical
staring at the sky waiting for replies but
they ain’t comin like the 30th of february
(let it soak in)
but they can’t get up
and do the thangs that necessary
(he keep hoping)
he standin at his front door wonder if he should go in
she staring at the same door
wonder why she can’t get out
their little boy upstairs
scared in the mirror
with scissors to his hair
i mean a razor to his ear
lump in his thoat
his sister her room with her best friend
she more than a best friend
ain’t something she confessed yet
love crammed in the closet
waitin to escape
culture turned the key
locked it
‘g-y ain’t the way’
so they they say

but what the f-ck do they know?
got you cutting on your skin
you sleeves is always long
the darkness be within
your heart begins to cry
this ain’t supposed to rhyme
just remind you not alone
your not alone your not alone

i don’t care bout no right or wrong
i write this song for nights alone
when your slient screams are violent
and that pain just hides in smiles

and those round you don’t care
or glad you going through it
no one promised it’d be fair

- lirik lagu humble the poet

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