Lyrics:
about it
I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds
And wake up to some mice on these traps now
Gospel music playing yeah that sound
With the grim
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it
Yo, in the housing,
Now every man in America take back your control
So I kept my business quiet
Just like my lawyer said
And I tried to focus all
My anger in my work
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Davis, that Bitches Brew, that "beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This is sanctified sex, this is
pieces
Refined by the fire never burned or destroyed
So let’em come into your heart
And fill the empty void that
Has kept you broken down
With all
Her Calling - America
Words & Music by: Rick Denzien
he came in and tossed his bags - & put his books on the table
he read a letter from an old girl
is actually a mandate. We're all actors in this I suppose.
What has happened is that in the last 20 years, America has changed from a producer
problem, cause and solution. Free your mind. It's like, we all think that the gospel is join and church building, and that's deception, you know. The real
We all equal! We all equal!
This is the vibes, bro! This is the
Future this is the way of thinking
To make America great again! Haha
You didn’t like
and the team
And by "team" I mean the Gospel
And by "Gospel" I mean the ones who changing the scene
For better times, for bigger things and bigger dreams
the pulpit of the game and I hate when it's bullshit
All your fake foolery plays and it makes for a tools trip
A slave being praised by the youth that's afraid
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got the keys but as we learned
All them politics niggas was doing for years
Obama couldn't make America great, 'cause he
Couldn't be him, to be who he
juxtaposed to the gospel that I grew up to
I worship in all of these lyrics, I don't conform to church rules
I'm the King of New York
'Member those words
In
of the devil and now we slaved By the spirit of marmon
In your ear right now
Is the message in the music
About the heaven and the money
What the gospel of Christ
This that new gospel homie tell um
Off the top coming from the cerebellum
This that new gospel homie tell um
This that new gospel homie tell um
Hey
the Gospel
Walk, Reach, Teach, Preach
Walk, Reach, Teach, Preach
Walk, Reach, Teach, Preach
How beautiful the feet of those who bringing the Gospel
I'ma walk
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all made it Hard for me
Voice of the ghetto, so just know that this flow; ain't hard for me
Professional Artistry, ain't no major labels with major
The music is the Gospel
All I need is that music to play
Cause I'm tired of walking away
I've got a reason to praise
I'm tired of living
For all
How the fuck did America get in this position?
All this division, and not to mention racial tension
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
Pick between
to bear arms"
And, honestly, from that point on, we picked up our instruments
I got three musicians out here from New York
And we're here to play music
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