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• Artiste: Theory Hazit
• Titre: Rags To Riches ft. Wonder Brown
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background speaking: "Imagine, you say the first three. You get to point two and you're gonna say, alright, since my expectations are really the blueprint of how I'm gonna live a happy life...and it looks like I have to give that up." [[THEORY:]] Mama it's cold out here we gotta turn the oven on to keep warm plus I'm starving, when are we gon' get our eat on? Me and my brother share the same clothes pointed and laughed at at school feeling like this ol' life is a rat trap crack addicts harass us daily, they aint safe from sin I call 'em Rob Zombies 'cause they be breakin' in our house they rob us for our tables & couch air conditioners, microwaves lookin for a brighter day scratchin the surface, rappin the verses that bring us everyday struggle snatchin the purses- that's my everyday hustle passin the curses to lil bro anything just to get a little dough a little slow on the come up we're practically homeless and lifeless love me, mama just hug me hit the lightswitch love me, mama just hug me hit the lightswitch priceless, I wanna move on from rags to rhiteous. (speaking: from rags to riches.....love's epitimy.... where satan's glass is just as chance....they told us to....it tells a story, a story of love....but you, you may have????In case that happens...I just want you to know...???) [[WONDER BROWN:]] Mama it's cold in here alone with no cloath in fear tryin ta cope with their overdose approaching near raise cane in this day and age and hope be here that cope's a slippy soap from it's lonesome years penitentary peers, elementary, we're it's elementary dear that we was meant to be here spending sentences where the only diction was creed, clearly steered of the bully bullyin' fully geared like foampits?? with chains shackles in ordain to be slain maintain then strung out for more pains but, love hangs in these frames and hopes for more days to raise past from which presents of promise to poor ways, it's strange how my isolation can change them cracks and them breaks and them paved lanes for ways to bring back when ways of cain enslaved strain and pray these wraths will pass when my faith remains... from rags to riches......etc