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Night the City Cried

U-God

Golden Arms Redemption

1999

on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for some great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement 
Shaking his scabs, crack

knocking with the bells you can't hear the sound
See him laying there silent may grace abound
I was praying for a chance it was never found

If I could call

on his wife and babes
Whatever came to him: and then he said
Annie, this voyage by the grace of God
Will bring fair weather yet to all of us.
Keep a clean

Are you producing the fruit that you looking for
Look out for the Loom so that the doom don't come before 
Soon and very soon we be swooped up by

an open palm
I breathe the asthma
In basements from bespoken bongs

Late night smoke a charm
Blatant never spoke in psalms
Edge lord off the bell curve

the end of our grace
Hands up
to receive the fallen angel
Cradled by the rolling scum of the waves

You will always need to fill the hole
The King is dead

working at stuffing the turkey
But I hope that's all that
Ends up stuffed tonight
Because the Golden Freddy suit
Is just my size!

These guys aren't

your atrocities
Know the psychology of theology
More than a mythology, or a pathology
When the creation of His Grace, then
By the ideology

Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I

In a golden dress I stand before you
Arim's my name with a tale to construe
Of Roman gods of gladiators bold
In ancient past their stories told

Zeus

turn to habits,
In a world that’s cold, and sees me as a savage.

Emerging from the projects, now I’m bonded in lavish,
Golden chains on my neck, yet I’m