Lyrics:
man
So why are you
Reacting
Morose
Waiting by the docks to meet their requests
Same old questions
Being answered
Wanna see where the water flows
No longer sucking dick until my knees hurt
No longer fucking dogs at the park
Man i miss the way they used to bark
Now my days go by with this sin
free, carefree, no stress
He was on the eastside, I was on the West
Preacher's son so he told me to come in my Sunday best
I ain't lookin for that kinda
the preachers
For the preachers
I see every man woman and child
I see a Potential renegade
Smiley faces in the sun
Ski mask in the shade
Power to the people
The lines have become so blurred until we got gospel singers singing secular music and secular singers singing gospel music
And preachers looking
Made his way out from the low lands
The son of a preacher man
Then he seemed to lose direction
On his way to the promised land, no no
It
as hell, that's nice
But I'm tellin' you it's not gonna last long
Listen man I ain't no preacher or no OD activist type of nigga
Or nothin like that, but I
Buddha ain't claiming Jesus to be the Son of God
Neither is Krishna or Allah, but they claim they the same
Man that sounds profane, brotha I need you
soul
I said hey young man how many of them do you think you've given away
He said son I stopped counting 60 years ago with a big smile on his face
He
oh oh oh
Oh, oh, oh
And now we've touched down
Moving all around
Yeah, living to a blaster sound
No preachers, teachers freak out man
Preacher's only son
Wise man's only tie
Scorned by anyone
With an evil eye
a little early one night
And there she was kissin on another man
Now I know what mama meant when she took me by the hand
She said, take time to know her
I hump on the beat and I murder it
I got balls I got bars I'm the man in Here
I'm the one that got sent to mitigate
All you niggas my son and its bed
a boat
In a river by the pharaoh's daughter
Must have been a black man
She raised him as her own son
How a black woman pass off a
White child as her own
to the preacher, said father I've sinned
I've spent my whole life living out on the fringe
He said son, you know, that's not a sin but I know how you feel
I think
might get seen by a nigga with a contract
With a sports team or just a nigga that you figure could afford things
Like more rings for her fingers
She used
Throwin' subs, arguin' with chicks
I pray for these niggas, same hands that I hustle with
Passin' the offering plates, I'm the preacher in foreign whips
children get hit, people's sisters and brothers (damn)
That's what the preacher man said to his mother
Traumatized child, so he piss on the covers (what?)
In the name of the Father, the Son, and Holy Ghost
I pray to get some answers, I need the most
You left me out in the dark, I feel no hope
I used
Theocratic
It's the Phanatik getting' deep as if
I was aquatic, nomadic
The Son of Man has no place to lay his afro
Sacred tabernacle
Dwellin' prevalin'
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[chorus]
You ain't think up
Davis Absolute the Body
You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take
About to move out of Hollywood
Hollywood is weird
Appalachian Stomp
Appalachian Stomp
Son of a preacher man
Cingular
Tape, mojo, tape, mojo tape,
For years I stood with my fist up high (We get high just to get by)
You stood in my way when I tried to get by (That's suicide that's suicide that's
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