Lyrics:
Verse One:
And the saints come marching in
Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of fell this population
Caboose humming no fence me in a van
understanding of the price
How damaging to build companionship brandishing every vice
Looking for answers that remained inanimate with no bearing on my own life
Oh, you know I have seen
A sky without sun, a man with no nation
Saints, captive in chains
A song with no name for lack of imagination
And I
a saint
Give me the new, I'm never the same
Out of the mud, I don't see a stain
Come out the dirt, He did it again
Ay
Looking at how far we came
and not great, but deep down I know God has a good plan for me and I'm
Not here by mistake. Encouraging messages on forgiveness, God's light shines within
Dock the plane to walk on waves
Welcome to the scene
"My Sad Captains" in the sun
Like Thom Gunn's dream
Looking for a gift to say
Thanks for the escape
You better never forget
Saint T's up and no ones a threat
I been alone in my head, alone in my bed
Just writing songs, I'm a sweat
Hear my name
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
needed any alibis
Truth be told, as we grow older
You're looking better, by and by
Because I know what you've been through
And I know what it took
To bend
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
at all,
Crippled by cold, blinded by fear,
Looking for god, but they said he ain't here,
Came out of nowhere, can't stand to go back,
All down to bad
night
Come and ride me like a bike
Lemme change your life
Give it to me, I'll be the one
To get what you want
Louie Vuitton or Saint Laurent
We can go for
Payne]
Don't get caught up in the game now
We don't care about your score
Build this by ourselves wow
Everything you see boy we worked for it
Sun up
the rain and sun in my mirror
I'm looking for the truth are you the saint or the sinner
I listen to your voice and I'm just writing with agendas
Regardless
on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
by your side
(And whenever I'm not by your side)
Look for me towards the stars in the sky
Looking at yo eyes in the sun shine
I know you gone hold me
sun goes down
Better run and hide
You'll be dead by daylight
My world is a red purgatory
For saints and the sinners and when we get
To the end
St. Jude
I'm the flower by the river
Yet I die of thirst
The last to meet the savior but somehow I came in first
Die for what I believe in
I live
And a "way to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
the sun down (Bet it go)
Bet it go down Bet it go down
I need you to reciprocate that energy I'm giving
If I had a dollar for every feeling Ill make
a reverend
Top of the pulpit
Really ain’t a saint
Only run with the Culprits
Stuck doing dumb Sh*t
A pig in a mud pit
I ain’t looking beef but I’m ready
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