Off White (feat. Kieda Bordeaux.)

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Barefoot Gen

Barefoot Gen (はだしのゲン, Hadashi no Gen) is a Japanese historical manga series by Keiji Nakazawa. Loosely based on Nakazawa's own experiences as a Hiroshima survivor, the series begins in 1945 in and around Hiroshima, Japan, where the six-year-old boy Gen Nakaoka lives with his family. After Hiroshima is destroyed by atomic bombing, Gen and other survivors are left to deal with the aftermath. It ran in several magazines, including Weekly Shōnen Jump, from 1973 to 1987. It was subsequently adapted into three live action film adaptations directed by Tengo Yamada, which were released between 1976 and 1980. Madhouse released two anime films, one in 1983 and one in 1986. In 2007, a live action television drama series adaptation aired in Japan on Fuji TV over two nigh… more »

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Keep your eyes ahead
We're not prey
Prize ahead, bloodletting the prey
Gotta stay the course
We almost there
Can already smell their fear and defeat in the air
We're snacking on the freshest fruits and veggies
Smoking on some runts in fucking Eden
Yeah, there were times lying wasted on the pavement thinking we couldn't make it
Bad energy setting back the mission
Had to learn to sit still and listen 
Observing thoughts as they spiral down the drain
Learned that simply giving was the best course of living for the greater vision
Being more aware of the power of my words on the future
Can't be seething, speaking with hate just cuz it's easier
Gotta see A Brighter Summer Day where there'll be no more hurt
I'm speaking with inner peace and the collective efforts of the people of this world
On the final path to the death of our submission

The time is always right to do whats right
Always sampling kings, sample our rights
But lately the sun dial whines and skirts back tight
Nike factories on high, China on sight
They sew it Off-White
They sew it Off-White

Keep up
Been hard for them to keep up 
She tough 
We popping off like
Keeping the heat tuck 
Going cannonball on y'all 
Keeping my knees tucked 
Jesus, The Notorious Kie just
Ain't letting up 
Or even taking a breather 
Back at it like crack addicts 
Who's back cracking 
I'm the itch that you can't reach 
Even with back scratches 
The Don Dada 
Ain't none hotter 
You ice water 
I go Motown Philly 
Do do do dum Dada
That'll probably go over your head 
You better duck 
None do it better than us 
Now run it up 
Who you know saying this shit 
Doing it real? 
If it's you, don't play with the kid 
Say how you feel

F*ck it, you left me when I was lonely at the bottom
In midst of all doom, was left sipping on many bottles
It's hard to swallow the fact you not in my tomorrow
Can't negotiate when what's at stake is your only marvel
Gotta lose my faith in what I think will keep me hollow and sleep eluding cuz the truth'll keep me startled
Lotta weight on my heart cuz I been caring more than you asked for
Lament what I had to say cuz it made you fast forward to a place where we ain't even that close
Had to serenade your memory at my last show
Had a whole segment to explain what was intimate in my soul

The time is always right to do whats right
Always sampling kings, sample our rights
But lately the sun dial whines and skirts back tight
Nike factories on high, China on sight

I chase rabbits down the den of mad hatters and girl snatchers 
We climb ladders, no pick pattered
Just pass backwoods and dab fatter
This green louder
Seeing all the things that could make a fiend, it's sickening by this corruption 
Flood the streets with heroin and now my family can't even function 
It's always dine dashing, thrill snatching, world fasting and empath
I pick a piece of Eve
Eat it, expand ya mind to abstract
It's a lean creeping, ecstasy dreaming, dipped piece upon my paralyzing habits of the distract 
Hearing all my demons packing pipes of poppy leaves invade my flight path 
Means in search of the life I lived
Underneath the hand of a white man 
I'm in desperate need of the atmospheric, soft hands 
Fungi opening these astral panels to the ring of a unifying blood pact 
Broken in by reckoning that greed and money was the right track 
So I fly into the night 
Astral project a peaceful program 
DMT & poppy leaves packing grams to cure my bad habits
Chase rabbits down the den of mad hatters and girl snatchers

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