Lyrics:
It's probably best we pray
To lead us from this drought
If your love is my Holy Water
Girl, just let me drown
And even if you don't, it's fine
I
with me so you lie instead
You lazy, you Blacc Chyna head
But I can't give 'em clout that's a courtesy bag
Can't forget how bad I wanted what I
Give me your tired
Give me you poor
Yearning to be free
Yeah your hungry huddled masses screaming me!me!me!
Give me danger
Give me sorrow
Give
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm
on
On the street
Talkin' about the new world
Yeah, nothing to eat
Where you pay
To obey
Living in a blackout
Doin' what they say
Give me your tired
Give me your poor
And democracy our ideals?
Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these,
So you can find me
My Savior Lord
(What other gift can a man give more than this?)
You gave You gave Your all
(I can't imagine Yahweh)
So I can live
gonna need a real MC to expose me. “REAL MC TO EXPOSE ME”
No yall could not live in my skin
I break the wall just like berlin
And they love to tell me
Instead of pickin' up yo missin' pieces, you pick me apart (God)
Boy, hold your head but guard your heart
Got tired of white silence, so the riots
a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)
Marshall' a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)
I'm cooking this Rap Ape
(Marshall' a masculine Rap God
a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)
Marshall' a masculine Rap God
(Nothing your can tell me)
I'm cooking this Rape Ape
(Marshall' a masculine Rap
Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these the homeless
When I hear your voice man I could just die
Why god gave you a mouth
I'll never get why
Oh why do I try to understand
how anybody could ever give
postin' 'em bands on his story, that boy is a lick
I don't talk, better talk to the forty,
I link with your shorty, that thot finna give me the spits
sick and tired
Sick and tired
Telling me that I am perfect
I know I have many things that always keep in me check
Really tired of people using me
time
Tired of broken promises they put into my mind
Why they love to start searching for change when it's on your dime
I just wake up and I make it
Give me some money
I am tired to be poor
Give me some money
Or I will destroy
Your mates earns a lot of gold
Cause You give them a well paid jobb
seen by now
Another black man died saying the same thing Eric Garner said
I cannot breathe right now
Boy the boots to the ground
My work is me putting in
Give you what you want when you want it
(Cool and Dre, Killer Mike)
Give you what you need when you need it
(I think we got a poor people's anthem)
like me
And you're just sitting
At the master's feet
You genuflect at the altar
And harmonize
With the shadows
Darkness calls you
By your name
With love
to di sky
Give it your best not once every try
Failer is not a fail but ah lessen learnt
Why me see a better way an politician dem no seet
Ghetto youths
the brains of our youth
The brains of our youth
Working nights just to get by but
I can't lie I'm getting so tired of
The same shifts been on the same grind
the forks (did it)
She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho (get her)
Big bank take little bank (woo)
Yellow diamonds on my rella like
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