Lyrics:
was down and out you were hangin' by my side
And now that I am holdin' you, you'll always be in my life, oh
Repeat 1
Taking me to church on Sunday
Another home falls by the wayside
A few old cushions stuffed with pride
A hand is shaking from the rubble
This spirit is still alive
A servant
once
Strike! But twice!
Get out your money, peel a slab
Roll some notes an' hail a cab
Drive in church drive in back
Drive down Seventh in a tank
(uh)
Sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the isle like the bride and her daddy
Hip-hop addict, hip-hop addict
Man I swear I'm on top
and insecurities
Church taught me how to shout and how to speak in tongues
But preacher teach me how to live now when the tongue is done, help me
See I'm. See
born"
[Verse 3]
Larry's +Bird+ flew outta Nicholas' +Cage+
Joe +Tex+ messages from Satchel's +Paige+
Betty +Wright+ letters with ink from Sean's
I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime
Come on, it takes me nowhere which I knew
Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs and things
the fight
Wherever there's a darkness
That's trying to find the light
Wherever there is hurting
There is healing on the way
Like sunshine breaking
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, stretch!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til
down there quoting Betty Wright, "I know you not gone sing that song"
I hit the charts and never move off
Little homie cool off
Before your nose looks
("Str8 off tha streetx of Compton,dedicated and by most suckas
hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I
really don't give
This is called sex on the beach
But like don't try to actually have sex on the beach its a bit sandy
Ayo
This my summer
This my life
Out till
the Sun roastin' the Earth
The hood was called turf
My girl was thrown out of her church
Out of her home, and by her family
She's disowned
She's the love
you scared to turn it up, nigga, go to church
I ain't bougie, I'll take some bubba plate just for a verse
I just sport a whole 'nother nigga bitch,
the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed
is keep testing you
And a beggar's no less than you
'Cause one day it could be you
So get your folks together for some church
Some good music,
is the church
Ten virgins five were foolish
Who didn't have the oil in their lamps
At midnight the bridegroom called out
They didn't enter because
sands
Close by the southernmost waves
Where sweet Betsy Wright
Cries tears every night
Onto his southernmost grave.
And on his tombstone say the words
I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime
Come on, it takes me nowhere which I knew
Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs and things
There's the river there's your house and there's the church
And there's us years ago
Deep in your garden where the nettle met the rose
Is where
actin' off
Somebody out there please pray what I'm talkin' 'bout
Still young tryin' to figure it out
Heaven, I need a hug
Is there anybody out there
all you get (get)
Take it on the chin, uh (uh)
Pleasure by the gram, gas siphon in
Smoke in my diaphragm (diaphragm)
Stem caps, molly black, betty
living on
My special and took me out alone
He showed me a level,
I'm talking on my own
So don't be taken by what I say,
If its too rigid just go
The Old Church Steeple (High On A Hillside)
Chorus:
High on a hillside the old church steeple calls
The bells are a ringin?, a singin? to one
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