Lyrics:
him
He's always gone never home
Papa papa (now is the time)
Can't you stop the war (to unchain the minds)
(now is the time)
(to unchain the hearts)
Papa
the government
Come and catch me the blunt is lit
Fuck jail, bitch, shoot me now, bitch
I want to be surrounded by clouds and the fiery flames to lighten
the rooster’s legs by throwing his whip. Heavy clouds now darken the sky and a strong wind begins to blow.
Running hard, in a last desperate attempt, Leonard
Send Your rain on down
And cover Ya boy
In a world surrounded with hatred You given me joy
It's unspeakable joy
Given by my Messiah
I'll never stop
new ritual
I took his advice everyday continual
And in the end the eventual
Demise of my individual
Mental illness in this country
Is taboo now cant
of praise, and I can't stop moving
It's the undignified way, come on now magnify, magnify
Move your steps to His beat
It's a resurrection song
Leave your past
missing you, Papa
Can't you stop going to the war now
Always fighting
No solution, stay home
Papa, we need you
Papa's never home when we need him
He always
Because I could see us holding hands
Walking on the beach, our clothes in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sittin' on the grass layin' side by
of trees
Stop measuring the time
Hear birds sing
The wind is stronger but real
See?
Time is slower now
It doesn't matter who is alive tomorrow
Our souls
G's, and B's
QRS, T, U , and V
Now am I tripping or does it seem
Like there's a new letter every week
And when I say you're bound but you can be free
It's time to join the studio again
Left to be consumed by ink
A new live reborn we sink
Souls are trapped down below
Out of their minds and out
"Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
insane when I'm on my own
Kicking in the long grass
Fake a triple-bypass
Filling out a timesheet
Restricted by five-feet
Casting the revival
While planning
the revival.
I'm breaking rules, breaking habits
But I build shelves for lost dreams.
In this scenario, full of tests.
I can't see now if I win
again, mister give a revival
I'm coming for the title game, but she throwing you topper
Last nigga who tried to foul now facin' a trial
I'mma be here
way too much
Can't find in my fucking self
To go and help myself so
She said can't hang this weekend
Got to go see some new friends
But i haven't seen
the picture how niggas was livin'
Y'all rather hear me rapping about
Stickin' dick in a vixen
I used to cut grass, no car just a bus pass
Now I puff enough gas,
of some freedom
What a joke, you always had it
Now this can't be undone
You always hurt the one you love
Well at least that's what they all say
And in this
Wine
New bottles New Wine
New bottles New Wine...
VERSE 2 (cYYY):
Why can't they see that fear is an idol?
They need to pick up the Bible
Stop seeking
to stay stable
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival
When will he come, what will he do, what will he say?
That's all a mystery,
rival in the street
Could be revival in the street
Take the Bible to the street
Cause His bride should be the streets
Stop trying to be discreet why you
be playin them snares like a drummer
Oohhh
Spiritual but not religious to me so bizarre
Don't ask my Sign
You cant tell my future by the stars
I do not
Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you
We unify and stop
their child's revivals
But adoptive mothers deserve to be called mothers
Women are beautiful, but they're not all mothers
Some just can't do it
And don't
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