The Chicharones

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The Chicharones


I can't think I'm so cooped up and stressed
And this is the only thing I got to get it off my chest
I'm shoveling a mountain of debt
While I'm holding my breath
And broken promises left me hoping for the next broken
Promise I get
I bare my soul every moment I flex
And I'm holding the flame no matter how hot or cold
That it gets

I'm an honest person that's why these monsters working
Hard to hurt me revert me back to the old me the one
That wasn't so wordy
But I'm on a long journey most would suffer with scurvy
From the burden of loving something
So much it hurts you from the inside out
When I'm dead is when my pen dries out
Until then I'm gonna send a message to ya in the
Midnight hour

If you're a snake you can never fathom true power
Love is what you can't conquer, even you coward
So keep on scheming thinking you ain't leaving anything
Behind to find it's inside of your mind planted
Synthetically
It's up to you what ya, what you do with the, power
That you hold
How do you use it? We make good music, so the music
Makes you feel good! I feel good right now!

(Good) not a care in the world is on my mind and I feel
(Good) nothing can knock me down
Nothing can stop me now
(Good) people helping out when things
Are falling apart so
(Good) things are finally working out we've been
Working hard and it feels good!
Some say sin's wages pave paths
That only old drunks and crazed
Psychopaths would brave
From beyond the cradle to what's after the grave
What happened to the 21 grams, man?

There's something just a little bit
Different, and its indifference
To inclement climate and the wistful instances
When it comes to fruition all that blue collar spit
Shine, spit spit
In my line of quick witted slick rick witticisms
I'm witty, some outside the city don't get my
Criticisms
Its undoubtedly dumbfounding
And its fury is a fountain
Pissed off bitter old scofflaw like me

Used to be an outlaw, but about that
I don't beat about, but now I be about a beat
Feel the feeling stomp your feet feet feet
You got a voice and a choice, yo, cc me
They said that we wouldn't amount to anything but a
Couple of nobodies
But nobody could of called it better than a couple of
Po buddies
Making a record on a budget that couldn't buy a string
But the vibe was nice, with a bit of a jump we got into
The cut making a splash and the music was born

When you have your day (you say)
When you face yourself (you break)
Where you find your hope (you pray)
You can press reset today (its too late)

It's never too late (no it's never too late)
To paint a new way (a new way to relate)
Your gonna make many mistakes (everybody does)
We all know this but knowing it (just ain't enough)
My being needing more than believing
(My inner peace the beacon)
The reason my pen is leaking ink
(Leaving my paper seeping)
No more weeping for me my people (I'm living my dreams)
And even if I wasn't each day is a blessing I love it!

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