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el capitán - gone fishing lyrics

[verse 1 – abhi the nomad]
what is brown man’s plight to a white world’s hate?
what is it like to be free, a daily judgment?
said it’s cool around here, we looked the other way
come here, word, that’s life, take the bait
i hook line and sink
resurface with the fully-loaded knowledge
baby, we’re on the brink of extinction
we examine on that personal level
well, f-ck my problems, that gives me faith
maybe some day we could be
instead of having to be understood
i use the term ‘we’ pretty loosely
that’s every day, hmm
maybe we could connect on something less significant
would be great, wait
we would fight until we slay everybody else’s opinion
and then pray when the enemy is nature
what can i say, we cannot communicate
what the f-ck is bad politics to a piece of sh-t
like me to roll the bullet [?]
pre-school and got my -ss whooped by the teacher, sh-t, nothin’
all i need is bread and a decent b-tch stuntin’
motherf-ckers whine when they need to get heard
i feel you, b, but you don’t wanna trust me
you don’t wanna be the lucky one to be earning commas
and you can’t be quiet, you don’t wanna do that
i’mma stay invisible, the side of
a motherf-cker that could cause a riot
sh-t, i’mma make anorexic motherf-ckers think they died
and hide in a shadow with being seen
i’m still envious of blond hair, and blue eyes, and [?]
what is it like to be free
you cannot answer without judgment
i know somebody without predisposed ideas
but he beside me (he beside me)
noddin’ all over the beat

[verse 2 – local foster]
yeah, anybody on this side of town can see the noise
and everybody on this planet who cannot will be destroyed
so, all you narrow-minded motherf-ckers, i’m just being coy
it’s the reason you’re retreating, the reason we be deployed
what is a lower cl-ss white boy’s right when it’s dirt cheap
a thirst never quenches, that’s why i drink till i slur speech
turn tables, and around we go until i learn ease
my burned cables allow me to reach for what is burned, please
used to call me long neck, skinny boy who breaks bones
now, i am beside the one and only here to take thrones
shake, shake, phones, listen, it’ll shape lobes
and break, break tones plus pickets and a fake home
i take, take all and barely give what i am given
when i wake, wake, will i seal my fate, i am the limit
of a great, great man i walk beside of in the distance
will i make waves or will i just be another spitting image
i am gone fishing

- el capitan lyrics

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