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BLESSED
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Utwór BLESSED został wydany 28 sierpnia 2026 przez 27th Letter Music Inc. jako część albumu BLESSED - Single
28 sierpnia 2026
Wytwórnia27th Letter Music Inc.
JęzykEnglish
BPM88
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

First thing's first it's free Palestine
Rapper lack courage
Too worried about them dollar signs
Blood money line their pockets
Buys their silence
Gifted with muzzles
Adorned with diamonds found in mines
Littered with blood in Africa
Add another to the tally
Another classic that ain't
Until my breathing goes faint
Or til my blood becomes paint
On dirty sidewalks splattered
A talking corpse **** step over
To not get any stains on their Forces
The world is getting lawless
The minute **** match it's energy
It's hold your horses
Expected to warm ourselves
With the heat from burning crosses
**** be so willing to inhale
The dust from their coffins
Spill to opps like leaky faucets
So I ain't trusting none of these **** with a mic
Or a pen or a pad
Or the breath that gives em life
They'll just throw it all away
For some clout and applause
From an audience of empty seats
Facing a brick wall
Mothafucka
Type shit I whisper to **** I can trust
It's been a long time since I felt blessed
Talk tough on wax but the stats call my bluff
Feel an aftershock even if we never touch
Press hands together heavens never open up
Hoping these murmurs get heard
But my prayers ain't ever clutch
Been a long ass time since ya boy was feeling blessed
Feel an aftershock even though we never touch
Dapping **** up
With blades hidden in their palms
Conceal the bleed with pleasantries
Scream beneath the calm
A familiar type of pain I can name
Like hearing these crackers fuckin up our slang
Fuckin lames
Coiled snakes in the grass
Only rising in the sun
When it's time to flash some cash
But staying quiet about some shit
That can actually impact their community
That's why the glazing stays confusing me
Cuz all these **** wack
Things are looking up for me
But joy carries an asterisk
Suffering is part of the currency
Behind half the shit I have
It's hard to find a silver lining
In the design of an existence built off the grinding
Of our guts into dust and our souls into ash
If you crash out at this fact
**** got you with the camera flash
Post it up on social media for all to gawk and laugh
Not knowing they're one bad from being there
I can see it clear
Be it wisdom or even fear
I got plenty I can lose
I got bruises to prove my years
Of living in squalor improper on couches fucking
Borrowing money being a scummy piece of shit
Maybe it's survivor's guilt
Maybe I'm a leaky cup that'll never be filled
Y'all wanted someone else but got me
So no one's thrilled
My biggest fear in life is proving them right
Which is my biggest motivator to this day is spite
CUT THE FUCKIN MIC
Type shit I whisper to **** I can trust
It's been a long time since I felt blessed
Talk tough on wax but the stats call my bluff
Feel an aftershock even if we never touch
Press hands together heavens never open up
Hoping these murmurs get heard
But my prayers ain't ever clutch
Been a long ass time since ya boy was feeling blessed
Feel an aftershock even though we never touch
Type shit I whisper to **** I can trust
It's been a long time since I felt blessed
Talk tough on wax but the stats call my bluff
Feel an aftershock even if we never touch
Press hands together heavens never open up
Hoping these murmurs get heard
But my prayers ain't ever clutch
Been a long ass time since ya boy was feeling blessed
Feel an aftershock even though we never touch
Written by: Lewis R Morris
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