Lyrics:
I went down to the chapel last easter morning,
Hadn’t been for a while, it seemed like a good time
I was counting on hearing a beautiful sermon
By
personal time
All the lagging and the dragging
(Yo, I got something to do that day)
Yeah, you sound like an old bitch nagging
Fuck that fronting! We're
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
I was a young man
Dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man
When I lost my handsome curls
But I wanna say
When my time comes
Lay me
See that black boy over there running scared?
His old man's in the bottle
He done quit nine-to-five
he drinks full time
Now he's living, huh, in
a hurricane breeze
Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note
She's gone with the man in the long black coat
Somebody seem him hangin' around
At the old dance hall
the lock of a real dog's mind be
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Slap me one day
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
I lost my mind a couple times and found it
Right where I left it couldn’t see
Vision was blinded by negativity
I let it be
You go to work you feeling
farm
He said, ?Preacher, I was wrasslin' the devil and that rascal broke my arm?
Lying Jim, Lying Jim [unverified]
Now ole Lying Jim was broke one time
tell us D tell us D
Mass confusion g, I don't know what's up
Hey yo man
(it's just another case of that old pta)
Huh man
[Dinco D]
In school
Edward Curtis was a preacher's son
From the waters of old Minnesota
His father lived off the souls he'd won
But he died before making his quota
He
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
work and I somehow hide from a world that rushes by outside
And each night when I rest my head I'm contented as the peaceful death
But who's gonna
wanting to call more but I
Don't know what to say
But your name is on my lips
Every night that I pray
Know you thinking I'm a preacher man
I'm just tryna
The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen
Reppin' my team
We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing
Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean
The way we
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
young foolish maden and made her a whore
Look at that
And then I heared about that time
I heard a man over in the corner
He was sitting down with his
And "That Old Time Religion" played real tight
Meet Pastor William Hill friends called him Banjo Bill
He preached fiery sermons his music hotter still
He
a down and out man
Guess you wonder why I am
Tried to boogie in a honky-tonk
But my old guitar was out of tune
That's when they didn't like my music
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