Soul Food (feat. Diran J, Allo Thompson & Rodriquez)

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Be without fear in the face of your enemies
Be brave and upright that God may love thee
Safeguard the helpless and do no wrong
This is your oath

Black out like an activist
If I die have my money in a labyrinth
Resurrect like the Lazarus
No lie, turn the man to myth
Seeing through 'em like a mammogram
Say my name like Candyman
Goddamn I forgot again
Oh yeah yeah
Count to nine 'fore I got to ten
Lost my wallet but I got the tip
Oh yeah yeah
Next fall Imma take a trip
Might move where the angels live
Sound nice
Might check for the flashing lights
Get high like a summer night
Ice cold how they stole my rights
Left dead for a stolen bike
Shitting me Imma be alright
Fried chicken with a lot of side, don't forget the Sprite
Soul food was the way of life
The old head wasn't always wise
Had a decent heart, but we could tell he had too much pride
We was all outside, looking every man we saw in the eyes
Saying nigga we gon' be your demise
We a pack of lions
No fear, but we crossed the lines
Tell the truth, we had lost our minds
Drinking gin while we in our prime nigga
While we in our prime nigga
Two step if your hands slide
Foot work from the Toosie slide
Nigga where you from, Imma need to see all yo tribes
Tell yo pops that he owe me five
Hope we all survive, that we all thrive
Nigga pass my nine, Imma shoot for mine

Allo you gon' act for us or what
You're my blood, you could pass for one of us
Tell me how much you got in your bank account
Naw chill I'm just asking just because
Trust me dawg, I don't care about all the things that I heard about
Talking 'bout you on set and on Netflix, plus the next flick
Yeah I heard, oh the word's out
You ain't never heard then, but you heard now
Oh that's funny
I decided to not watch the news promoting the violence for views
I ain't really into politics too
I ain't been since I got outta school
What these people really want from a nigga like DMX in 2002
Promise I ain't really in for the beef
To say something, get it out in the booth
2019 I struggled a lot
Like how to be a man to understand America's cops
Like what's my options, go to college or  audition a lot
Hope for the best 'cause I don't know if Imma fit for the spot
So in position not to get any realistic riches
They expecting me to just listen
Chill, just sit and just watch
Oh that's funny
I do not stop for nothing, just know I am not the one
Oh that's funny
Not tryna get stopped with ones, you see all these cops with guns got us running
Get abducted
First it's the flow, then the cuffs coming
Young black man, know I'm up to something
They always gon' hate when you touch some money
But you know you can hit up big bruh for something
If you really want it, you can really get it
VV on my shirt, we can be specific
Forreal

Out the trunk of a genius
I place myself in positions that kept some distance between us
I'm drinking more, now I'm thinking
In hibernation with my thoughts, but when I'm sober their weaker
I'm reading books for my soul and saving checks for rainy days
Can barely stay on that road
Hundred miles pass the pigs, I guess we'll see where this goes
Just not where my mama stay, been pressing into my soul
I'm just not with that namaste, my God got me on a journey
I just flew back in the country, Haitian flag high in the air
Look like a Spud Webb jersey
I'm breaking bread with the thirsty
You say success in loneliness like leaving gum for the hungry
Still send receipts to my ex somehow still hoping she want me
With all them flaws in my baggage, I never been through the laundry
I put emotions in the back, let you shotgun the front seat
Sometime forgetting what I have keep me humble and hungry
We got these sins in our path, but I know Jesus love me
Yeah it's hard to hear the truth, but I want it
Atheists know that He coming
Read a cardboard said ending is near, leave a wide gate here for destruction
Read a book in class on how we got here, man how is this even a discussion
Let a pig know if my life worth shit, Soo Yung go ahead and push the button

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