Lyrics:
Crack, cooking where my sister be frying soul food
Plus my other sister just went back to her old dude
He whopping her ass, I kill him, I kill him, I
Uh, a Sun of Man letter right here, this one is written for ya'll
Another scripture, this one is written for the young black sister
(She was a run
Bringing all my brothers and sisters back home
God said it so i gotta save these souls (time to save these souls)
Hold up, wait
Let me make one thing clear
Let's celebrate
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
For if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take
My soul
represent the scorn you show up to your brothers and sisters
I am one of you, I was just raised from down below instead of being blessed by the heavens
I am
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
preservation I diagnose is my condition
Conflicted by these visions of
Living with my addiction
Convicted by religion this planet
Is heaven's prison
This my
at you and your sister in
The rearview mirror, wondering at all
The mystery let loose within your souls
The uniform you wore you wore so well
Back then,
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
locked
Everybody doing them
I'm still stretching on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs
And drug paraphernalia cops, courts
complex modern world
In which we live
Where we must learn
To plan our lives out
Day by day
And sometimes look the other way
But at night
I had a vision
So
I guess Furley Got to clean them up now
And my soul hurt, watching my little sister go crazy
Wonder how granny feel, she can't even call and check
up? Make sure you eat yo' fruit-fruit and yo' vegetables
You freakin' cannibal, animals be people too
Conversations do like water, contaminated by
where is their God
Are God is in heaven he does whatever pleases him
But their idols are sliver and gold made by human hands
They have mouths but cannot
the earth
Tell me what your soul is worth
How much money do you make?
How much will you let me take?
I will give you tranquilty
Just send your wealth
that can ease my soul freezing cold
Feeling like I was given life and if I take it at least I choose
I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
Look at my skull, a nigga stuck in the struggle With a slam, trying to make him rub him Hey, hey, hey He took my sister's second ass from the club
of a tomb,
By the door of a legended tomb,
And I said:"what is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb? "
She replied: "ulalume! ulalume!
'tis
Call on my father
Posted flex up my mother
They telling me repent
They still beefing up with they drama
This to my Darma
Protected stay by her corner
Call on my Father
Posted flex up my Mother
They telling me repent
They still beefing up with they drama
This to my Darma
Protected stay by her corner
my book that comes first
Controls the soul and the universe
It's the Nature
Black man, Black heart, Black soul
I was born to roll
Roll, like water in
take you to heaven
Baby pray, there's an escape
Cause it’s like dancing with devils
I’ll have ya soul shaking
Through that bass n the treble
L5 a beast
Our lives are in heaven's ways, the media's working in hell's
Making us inhale interests like chest of females
Advertising futuristic technology
But
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