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lirik lagu life’s a bitch – nine ra

nine ra – life’s a b-tch

hey yo nine ra, you think the world will ever really change? nah mane, sometime i feel like people ain’t even really living, they just waiting to die…

princes and kings, erased and replaced with smiths and the greens. / try to reshape us, but listen to me, knowledge wisdom the key. / centuries cut off from our family, how can it be? / cut out our memory, like the hemorrhaging brain of kennedy. / deemphasized characteristics— once kings, emperors died, they’re a statistic. / now green schemes, pimps, thighs, hair, and ballistics. seems greed simplified terror; sadistic. / eggsh-ll ivory skin up on christ, begs well wise he spending strong tithes. / reveal frail eyes when women confide, confess, tell lies, in mental confines. / daughter-stalking, no water-walking, but it really don’t matter he been up on ice. / frozen galilee, thousand calorie lobster and steak, the tender bone sliced. / everybody got they idols that’s equal to bibles, respect in the street, and the titles. / it’s vital defend against people that’s rivals, the weak, and the sleek, that be speaking the libels. / they peak in recitals, seeking the viral notoriety, / known on the phones of the whole society, no sobriety, get throwed, turn clone, no variety. / wit thrown like a burner phone, anxiety…with living forever broke. / can’t take it witcha perfect picture scripture wisdom never spoke. / people turned from pharaoh to feral, living like they’ll never croak. / immature as zygotes and egg yolks, but never woke. / no gin on my chin i begin to -n-lyze. instead of spending time on women getting in her thighs / i’m spending my ends on an independent enterprise. own a business and then men with my skin begin to rise

life’s a b-tch then it expire
that’s why we lit this fire— getting high ’till our soul hit the sky, mane!
life’s a b-tch then it expire
that’s why we lit this fire— getting high ’till our soul hit the sky, mane!
life’s a b-tch then it expire
that’s why we lit this fire— getting high ’till our soul hit the sky, mane!
life’s a b-tch then it expire, (fi-yah! fi-yah!)
that’s why we lit this fire (fi-yah! fi-yah!)— getting high ’till our soul hit the sky, mane! (fi-yah! fi-yah!)

not confined by prophecy or destiny, or the profits i was told to expect to see. / conditioned us, our conditions stress the bleak, poverty is the teacher and the mold for the death we seek. / from cakes to sell, fake as h-ll, what it takes to tell the youngin’ to be the one to break the spell. / you can’t make the bail, so don’t wait to fail. boy you can take my advice or take the l. / cyclical movement of sowing and wilting, difficult soothing the coldness we’ve built in /
protect us from pain, try to maintain, life on the edge looking over and tilting. / erasing traces of deepest hurt he pretends he doesn’t bare. / one death reflects another like mirrors his reminiscent stare. / like a cycle. harley davidson with rifles. / no hope for revival, why we hardly pray to him in bibles. / our heart is disconnected, great art has been misdirected. / hate i intercept it, just correct it. i caress and kiss the record. / scholarship from older gods attained from broken boulevards. / bio lab— pressing a towel on an open bullet scar. / word of day’s ‘trust’— k!lled by l-st— that’s what i heard ‘em say. / fakes turn away like bird of prey neck vertebrae

whatever you do don’t become fatalistic. don’t think of yourself as better off dead because life will always break through, no matter how hard it gets

- nine ra

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