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lirik lagu portrait – moor mother & billy woods

[verse 1: navy blue]
strangest way to live is in the far past
why my black people gotta scar badly?
bar caps and keloids, dog tags
most of us alike, the foundation
but a raft made changes
path made dangerous
liftin’ off the mask to expose my aged face
choice left marks, not a part of goin’ apesh*t
faith, it’s innate
night and day, my bitterness awaits
blew the candles out, but never touched the cake
threw the damage out to glow within a cave
thoughts cavin’ in
thoughts came and went, can’t resist
had a vision of me bleedin’ out
metaphorically
the saints marchin’ in, fleur de lises
mona lisa eyes set for the region, same evil
different strokes for ashamed people
a lotta n*ggas try to ride with gatekeepers
i’ve gotta stay peacful
truthful in your heart, the ties sink deeper

[verse 2: moor mother]
let me come in, i hold accountable the reaper
tales from the creeper
from the bottom of the forty liter
i guess the genre, rock bottom, handcuff the gotham
empty buck, f*ck it, we gon’ write without ’em
pen a cage, shank a blade
back against the well, a sp*ce to rage
it don’t matter, it’s all matter
if you swing hard enough, the blood pit patter
took a vowel, i’m a spell caster
he run first, i came after
same chapter, second verse
came to the show with the severed head of a demon
screamin, y’all ain’t f*ckin’ with me
i ain’t f*ckin’ for free
half the timeline while y’all was whippin’ up salt pies
i had the neckbones, pidgin peas
ask ms. beverly
had the vinegar and collard greens
meanwhile, we round the pigs
let the kids connect the ankles
put a shank through the pigs eye, like thank you
[verse 3: billy woods]
swollen rivers, gold diggers, waist deep in the muck
tropical heat, you caught the shivers
uniform change, but it be the same n*ggas
the same agendas
told my kid, don’t let no white man take your picture
the way these muf*ckas act
maybe you really can take it wit’ ya
i can’t call it, just call the lawyer
told the fortune teller, no spoilers
while you were whippin’ water
i had grits in the double boiler
pork belly under the boiler
broccoli rabe, olive oil
i learned the game from ms. porter
bow my head, one eye open
give thanks, bredren, we did it for the culture

- moor mother billy woods

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