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marante - thousand stories lyrics

(verse 1)
i got more stories than my grampa sittin’ in his porch
i cover more than all editions of the source
finished livin’ poor, we’re conditioned for the sport
the f-cks another battle when this life has been a war? (war)
within ourselves, in the streets, and overseas
we’re like a bunch of rats the way we fightin’ over cheese
it’s like the corporations want us to flaunt all their products
they got us cuz they went from making dollas to owning me
and you, in the alleged land of the free
where the strands and the strings control the commander in chief
and bystanders believe that they understand what they see
but a slap in the face is the only helping hand for relief
i could go on about the government aka the real terrorists
the cause for when terror hits in paris and people perishin’
how about the errors and how the debt we’re inheriting equals slavery
and declare it’s unfair and embarr-ssing
i could talk about equality, or lack thereof
tell you about what bothers me and what i’m scared of
i could talk about racism and how prejudices take opportunities
or how religion devastates a community
in the midst of all the police brutality and school shootings
i reflect on what all this trauma can do to me
i went from wanting respect for my rhymes
to a desire to refresh all your minds
cuz i’m an inhalation when you steppin’ outside

(chorus)
you know i gotta about a thousand stories to teeeeell
you know i gotta about a thousand stories to teeeeell
and i gotta tell em all yeah yeah
and i gotta tell em all yeah yeah
you know i gotta about a thousand stories to teeeeell
and i gotta tell em all yeah yeah
and i gotta tell em all yeah yeah

(verse 2)
in times of frustration, my dad tells me to turn the page
ran outta chapters i’m askin’ where to insert the rage
in my book, you shouldn’t presume by what’s on the cover
brother i know too well that some pain is much for words to say
it’s just.. hard to keep my cool i, could talk about my troubles since i was a middle schoola, could talk about the streets and evil powers of the mula
or i could talk about how my family struggles in cuba
the strife of first generation americans
been through h-ll as well and with words i can take you there again
i gotta thousand stories to slip in i record and you listen of course it’s my mission to be spreading the oral tradition
i can’t afford the tuition, but i can pay attention
the chord has been stricken and we’re done of being played and threatened
all the same deceptions, we gotta change directions, once we realize who really are the nations felons

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