A Revolução não para part. Port Ilegal Rappers

I love music it's a long journey I hope some people follow me on this journey The people that do follow me I promise I'm taking care of the first couple hundred

Leave this Planet

I've been wasting my thoughts on things that are long gone,
The past always catches up, like the after-taste of a strong rum,
Smoking zest, got strong lungs,
But my time ahead doesn't know where I come from.

Like a strong crew, gotta leave the wreckage behind,
A sign of the times, where the blind are leading the blind,
But These wicked games that we play out on treacherous times,
Attempts to resign, but the shame stays lingering in our minds.

Sadness and despair, always seems to come near,
Show fear and get left, man, that’s crystal clear,
Confined in the grind, yeah, we chase the veneer,
Living wicked games, ain’t nothing sincere. x2

Chains on my conscience, release the pain,
Unlike Brexit, those motherfuckers chose to remain,
When the hour of the reaper, just know I was a leader,
Never a cheater, memories buried, call me the dreamer.

Them arenas that I toured, those fans that I saw,
Wield the shield and the sword, praises be to the Lord,
It’s like we were created to be unhinged,
On hinge, false grins, where’s their violins?

Sadness and despair, always seems to come near,
Show fear and get left, man, that’s crystal clear,
Confined in the grind, yeah, we chase the veneer,
Living wicked games, ain’t nothing sincere. x2

Unwanted attention, led the goons to detention,
But these motherfuckers posting that shit in their mentions,
These wicked games that we play,
Communicates to the heart in different ways.

Who are we to imitate this American state?
In a way, we still slaves, chilled days gon’ lead to the grave,
Scattered bullets hit the man that's nearest,
Fear us, or move careless, we ain't playing, hear us?

Sadness and despair, always seems to come near,
Show fear and get left, man, that’s crystal clear,
Confined in the grind, yeah, we chase the veneer,
Living wicked games, ain’t nothing sincere. x2

Clock ticking on these timeless victims,
But we progress despite restrictions,
And those descriptions of IC3,
Gonna bring out the fight in me.

Heightened sense, describe these chiefs,
They manoeuvre as mindless thieves,
So I’m stacking my thoughts not on what’s long gone,
But on the future, relentless, moving strong.

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