Lyrics:
the gospel music has no swaag
It is the holy ghost swagger mane! Holy Ghost swagger mane!
Shock to the people that they thought i was to fail
Am back
again
Abe Lincoln said, "The philosophy of the schoolroom in one generation
Will be the philosophy of the government of the next"
So when you
For not agreeing with your plan for me
But your vision of America I just can’t see
America the Beautiful
America the Great
No Unity No United States
Distracted by the features of the iPhone
(Got an application for each of situation)
In other words, taken by a pretty face
Somebody's watching you (I see
religion, why these babies can't eat?
And if the middle class is gone, how can America see?
How can America breathe?
When the oxygen is gone from
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
the Gospels is intelligence
Praised as a virtue
A lot of people forget or never realize that
I started my band as a criticism of
These very issues of despair
'sup and ya see us up in ya streets
I might be
Rid-ridin with my top down listenin to this Jesus music
Ridin with my top down listenin to this Jesus
photos of
Them at Russian beach resorts, and it looks
Just like the Riviera they're thinning down
And I see they're
Going the bikini route when GUM
the chorus
I'm tryna take you deep, call it Blacklight, Mayne
[Chorus]
Aye this that good news music
We call it Gospel
We call it Gospel
We call it
Yeah, you know I’m in the cut
Chink born in America
Chink born in America
Chink born in America
I been fighting in the Cold War
‘Cause I-‘cause I
the solution and I need you to be apart of restitution
And I know America is all about the individual
But we gotta see ourself as indivisible
Otherwise our
you I carefully plead
Accept Him as your Lord and Savior
It's as easy as SABC 1 2 3 and etv
Not too many channels like DSTV
There's just 1 Gospel one
not in
Any moral position to tell
Anybody how corrupt they
Are you should be quiet when
You have spilled the
Blood of human beings has Nigeria dropped
blood,
They wanna see hate,
Like needle in your vain,
Sickness with no name,
In a world that's insane,
Was America to blame?
When you're prayin' for
see blood,
They wanna see hate,
Like needle in your vain,
Sickness with no name,
In a world that’s insane,
Was America to blame?
When you’re
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
of you that still linger
I am a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste
I'm a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face i'm a VCR funeral
my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split
Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public
Welcome to America
Motherfucker, welcome to America
we lesser and dumb
Our actions is shunned
When mothership come you niggas goin run
I'm thinking we stuck
Blood on the homes, blood on the money
Blood
you up by your rompers
Ain't a thing sweet
Till I see the fruits of my labor
Me and my neighbors smoked out
Blazing bud in Bible papers
See, we didn't
really means freedom
Not yet
I got one job, two job, three when I need them
I got five roommates in this one studio, but I never really see them
the people dying on our home soil
Trading solder's blood for oil hoping shit with boil over
Painted in red like the flag that we love
Betrayed by the ones that
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
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