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body prints, 1992 - radamiz & thelonious martin lyrics

[intro: isis smith & radamiz]
i know it’s not cool to talk about god
but as long as he’s holding me breath
i pray that anybody that comes in contact with me understands
that god is real, and he’s powerful
and there’s a piece of god within all of us
no matter what you going through, he didn’t forget about you
he loves you
straight like that

[verse: radamiz]
leave yo ass augmented with the k
three states in a day with brigante and durieux
back when i only got write ups from andre and ivie
part time job pay and skeletons in the way, we emerge
capitalism hurts, making invoice choices
can’t be outsidе with your indoor voices
put a red monkey on your hеad
watch your genes p*ss out
f*ck the beauty when the beast is out
impeach, my tires screech and the heat come out
cointelpro operations when you teaching the alternative routes
burn everything and relearn when in doubt
barely inspired by anybody except david
p*ssing on richard serra structures like an elevator
i’m face down on the pavement, reconnect with nature
in fertile soil you can plant poison and dandelions
in the back of my mind hearing a timer
in the back of the el camino spitting fire
the past is dead but alive if you inspired
sometimes i wish my dominicans would love me more
pushing the envelope beyond barbers and corner stores
sometimes i wish that new york would love me more
but if you doing it for praise then you doing it wrong
on a peter pan enroute to a 1,000 fans
signing psyches, signing titties and selfies for your ‘gram
one girl in philly vented like
“i don’t think they understand, are they listening”?
“well you are, and these others crowded around for an autograph, i’m more of a long term man”
the kids are in need of new idols
there has to be a balance between volatile and viral
actually, no more deities if they’re human
they are man like you, and taking chances like you can
uncle sam getting blammed with two cans
new millionaires avoiding taxes for glitz, glam
void, redacted, the world is stealing my hands
offbeat and on point with the plan
my fingers numb, the world is still in my hands

- radamiz thelonious martin lyrics

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