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Bun B - Hesitate (feat. Cory Mo, Talib Kweli, David Banner & Tobe Nwigwe)

Not my song, just uploading cause its vibes

D33p Wat3r - Fr33 Sol

comments by rian wyld
produced by sha tha goddess
mixed by tythesoundgod

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COMMENTS

The papers signed, the battle lines are drawn
It’s now or never, 'til the bitter dawn
The court is cold, the air is thick with spite
He said, she said, drowning out the light
A thousand reasons, genuine or fake
Just keep the distance, for the children’s sake?
Or just the spite, the poison in the vein
To watch the other parent bleed and feel the pain?

We're fighting for the present, BLIND to what will be
Throwing fortunes at this broken family tree
A carousel of lawyers in their tailored suits and ties
Driving Lexus dreams from where the children cry
Big glass towers, where the profiteers reside
Their fat accounts the only reason they won't hide
Keeping the theatre running, 'cause the gold must flow
But they never look ahead, to the 18-YEAR CLOCK's slow show.

They circle close, the predators descend
The high-priced legal hawks, without an end
They preach the conflict, they fuel the raging fire
Their billable hours rising ever higher
A property empire, built on broken trust
While childhood memories turn to dust
They need this chaos, they need the constant war
To keep their Cadillacs and build just one house more.
They don't care about the kids, just the zeros on the check!

We're fighting for the present, BLIND to what will be
Throwing fortunes at this broken family tree
A carousel of lawyers in their tailored suits and ties
Driving Lexus dreams from where the children cry
Big glass towers, where the profiteers reside
Their fat accounts the only reason they won't hide
Keeping the theatre running, 'cause the gold must flow
But they never look ahead, to the 18-YEAR CLOCK's slow show.

But out there in the future, maybe ten years down the line
When this bitter drama fades, and the world is finally mine
Those kids you’re weaponizing, those hearts you tear in two
They'll have their own damn voice, their own perspective too.

You’re only buying time, you’re only renting fear
The moment they turn eighteen, the truth becomes so clear!

Stop the fighting! Let the weapons fall!
Prepare the children to stand straight and tall!
For the life beyond the courtroom, the day they walk away
From the custody battles and the shadow of today
Let them see a future, not just this current mess
Stop counting losses, start building happiness!
This whole charade will crumble, it’s all just temporary blight
When they finally step into their own damn light!

We're fighting for the present, BLIND to what will be
Throwing fortunes at this broken family tree
A carousel of lawyers in their tailored suits and ties
Driving Lexus dreams from where the children cry
Big glass towers, where the profiteers reside
Their fat accounts the only reason they won't hide
Keeping the theatre running, 'cause the gold must flow
But they never look ahead, to the 18-YEAR CLOCK's slow show.

The clock is ticking... 18... 18... 18...
The clock is ticking... They're gonna choose...
The clock is ticking... (Sound of a final, sharp, sustained chord and then silence)

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