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• Artiste: Lupe Fiasco
• Titre: Galveston
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Expect to take my place, spotter take my weight What dominates my dates now contemplates its fate Forced to be entrepreneurial, historically entrepreneurial Along with authority there is a funeral So let the poetry go with the burial Charcoal shade skin creature They'll bleach you when they see a color like synesthesia From the inner reaches to a nigga features, rejoice (Galveston) Feel a shockwave from my choice When you not slave, you can hear it at the top octave of my voice (Huh) There’s a rebone connected to my mesone I need some freedom connected to my fee bone I need to celebrate with a T-bone connected to my T-bone An ottoman to put my feet on and a porch to sip my tea on Blessings got me destined, I ain't blinded no more Blessings got me destined, I ain't blinded no more B— B— Blessings got me destined, I ain’t blinded no more Blessings got me destined, I ain't blinded no more And there's a rebone connected to my mesone I need some freedom connected to my fee bone I want to celebrate with a T-bone connected to my T-bone With an ottoman to put my feet on and a porch to sip my tea on, really hope so In the aftermath of after masters Hang the skeletons from the rafters Hang like pelicans around the bathtubs Stain like accelerants after arsons Dark as carbon, in droves The part that gardens for the park apartments From the garbage, into the Third heaven of the nation's millennium general assembly energy Entity, liberty on a killin' spree Feelin' glee underneath the drillin' tree On Jupiter Hammon and Phyllis Whe' Make a heart melt and a skillet breathe Do a cakewalk around the guillotine Rub a rattle snake until it’s giggling But you can’t rest so peaceful Indentured servants is gonna shine and deceitful protect your people And that finesse there is so lethal Jim Crow bust like Desert Eagles Gon' come back ’round like extra sequels And it's all gon' be legal (Galveston) Birthplace, Ghost Town Day of the dead, prayers are said In the form of a hoedown French-fried 'til they golden brown Triple Ks, brown gold vers’ white sheets Poltergeist get exorcised on the nineteenth