Lyrics:
Ha ha ha haa
Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
To listen to a young man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church wit reverend charlie
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Hello
(Hey, it's me, Kirk, I need to speak to Bishop)
Sure, hold on
(Hello?) Hey, I got some stuff I need to talk to you about
Lately, pastor I've
At an early age you learned the art of the kiss up
Must be cuz ya private parts got touched by ya bishop
But this a different kinda something you can feel
Where
I'm devout to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Quite a mouthful, but I'm confident that you'll be able to keep up with the pace
Kinda
Wakonda forever
Yeah, be enlightened by the history
It's not a mystery, witness the possibilities
Really, We all we got in the city creating misery
Brothers
Knowledge is power and that the power to get your life back
My brother I don't know it all but I'm giving you life hacks
Jesus casted out demons with the word
but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein' broke, I'm a man, c'mon
Son, don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side,
their FEET
Cuz misery loves company
Pain never sleeps
Maybe then I can admit
That a whole nation suffered a DEFEAT
By Jabez Z
Then they can hang me
The catholic church could’ve prevented this with just one rubber
Silly abstinence challenged by active raptivists
These rappers actually fear these ideological
swigger, nigga
The hunt is on once the dew hits the dawn
You're a king, queen, bishop, knight, broke a pawn
This is what corporate America's vibe is on
I
people slaving
In these fields everyday?
We know that House got air
Conditioning and the sweetest lemonade
But don't forget your color, brother
We still
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just
see
But that dont make whats me
Im the spade
Trumpin all of my brothers lowkey
Ive been all around this bitch
So i aint got no street
Just know if you
good he’ll get rid of your problems
Wait wait wait
They fixing they problems by taking your dollars
And dunking your head in a pool full of water they
name
Or get left back no 911
Rinse this juice Bishop Raheem
Bad meets evil ying no Yang
Chase him down like a fucking bank
I'm a young prodigy reekin
a church
That was visited by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr
of the brothers' got plenty of cash, tricks on the corner is going to see to that,
Some like to smoke and some like to blow, some are even strung out on a $50 Jones
of the brothers' got plenty of cash, tricks on the corner is going to see to that,
Some like to smoke and some like to blow, some are even strung out on a $50 Jones
all the story change Pebzy with his brother
Phone E sha mo the story continues
SMOG to the world word
By Eniabire Joshua
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
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