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life's a short term memory - prolyphic lyrics

[verse 1]
i probably call my mom before i call the cops
peace to alias, peace to [?], what the blood clot
what’s the subplot
repeating history to the trigger squeeze l!ck a buckshot
me and my son at the bus stop
ain’t nothin change ‘cept the drug spot
down the block now some spot where the yups shop
this is my sinatra mugshot
while you run the clock and fade away like a kobe jumpshot
i didn’t choose it it chose me
took me by the shoulders like an og, listen closely and yo

[hook]
life’s a short term memory
i’m tired of giving away my energy
was out for my friends so i’m sitting with my enemies
plotting my revenge i hid the secrets in the recipe
[verse 2]
i saw a brother get on one knee for something he believes
gave up a comfortable seat to fight for what it means to be free
disrupt the machine, to interrupt a country just to be seen
i saw an office get on one knee on the neck of a brother handcuffed in the street calling out for his mother as he struggled to breathe
he died underneath for a counterfeit twenty
as grandmothers teach young bout the mustard seed
and how to grow something from nothing to abundance, see
all different colors in the street, no justice, no peace
all down to one knee shoutin f*ck the police
it’s the number of the beast to the east
my brother under covers in the sheets
‘cause there’s something in the speech gotta watch what you eat cause the monitor the feed so unplug from the screen, be seen

[hook]
life’s a short term memory
i’m tired of giving away my energy
was out for my friends so i’m sitting with my enemies
plotting my revenge i hid the secrets in the recipe

[verse 3]
i live within my means but can’t meet the needs of billie jeans
there’s a thin line between the pedestal and guillotine
escorted through the [?] grillin fiends whose impulse turn praise to insults of to kings and queens
fans of cancel culture, will band dismantle your sculpture replacing idol with a man from a cult of
personality, let the parents speak, peep the pageantry, stuff the ballots with the lesser threat [?]
let the madames speak radically, it’s not about a salary it’s all about reality
watch adam and eve f*ck on an ad*free platform cus art don’t belong in a gallery
or a firing squad, you’re buying a fraud, with designer scarves, just trying too hard
you in a blind fog looking for a sign from god, while i’m trying to perform, end up dying like a dog and yo
[hook]
life’s a short term memory
i’m tired of giving away my energy
was out for my friends so i’m sitting with my enemies
plotting my revenge i hid the secrets in the recipe

- prolyphic lyrics

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