Lyrics:
maybe I don't
Care about what you think
Maybe the risk is much less
Important than the gain and
I think so much normalcy would come
From demystifying
The devil wants my demised
Jim Crow is well and alive
Truth has been tossed to the side
Like I am three-fifths of that guy
Don't even Bill him
junkie who likes his music emotional and gutter
Like the blues and rock & roll
Our goal was to make the most diverse group of songs anyone around us had
tempted by the devil
Through those moments of hardship, struggle, pain, and suffering
God is refining us and making us stronger and growing our faith
went
The reason for fighting I never did get
But I learned to accept it and accept it with pride
Or you don't count the dead when god's on your side
the nastiest
When we don’t thank our parents
For raising us, they pray for you, and they show you love
Give them thanks, it is due
I’m a witness
ain't got to pay the tab guys
Paulie make it through to see the trap God
Drownin' in his own blood on his back side
They say he gon' pull through
took you so long?
Is that blood on your clothes?
You hit the priest, his head cracked,
His eyes didn’t close?
Whatever, don’t worry about it, I got half
salvation
The amazing thing about our Father is
His work is never done
He continues to love us and give us chance
By chance by simply believing
And it's that
his son
One or the other word is my bond
I bond with the mother She tryna want us I think
Get us in sync with the theme I see the patterns it seems
you
Don't forget
Out of the few
Tables for two
Stouts
The news lying & deceipt
Receipt keeper is you
Chances you have
I was given mine
Don't need shit
about their rights, they will not react
We are just guests in a country controlled by a mafia.
They will say, but morocco is the most beautiful country
And now I got God holding me down til' the end
And now it's like a new wave, my reparation, is revelation (King!)
King Skie, I'm never complacent (Skieazy!)
and yanking the chains dissing
When every shot they take I swear to god is fucking missing
I heard you got dissed by a rapper named
"Ghost Tha Don"
"Ghost Tha
in us
In the streets of NY
There's a guy who's just trying to get by
9 to 5, selling dope on the side
For his son turning one
Money grams every first
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
grind
Yeah they don't understand lil nigga
Murder capital, only key to survive is kill
If the elements don't murder
You the riders will, for real
survive this, I promise, we will feel alive
He tells me when he thinks about dying, he thinks mission incomplete
And I tell him that what we look for is
much for watching
Who was that you were just talking to
On about doctors, you wonder
I know I'm a goner
And I don't need someone to talk to
I just need
us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, like, "Oh shit, this
and lose my soul
(No I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose my soul)
Lord forgive us when we get consumed by the things of this world
That fight for our
obvious in our content a conscientious decision
Fully cognizant of our God and His promise not to forget us
So we live in light of that
Giving Him our lives
the back row, don't ignore Ukraine's infractions or
Our own GOVs felonies
To each is given a piece of glass that's refracting objective reality
Plastics
ain't a Jew
I'm losing my religion
I speak to god directly
I know my god respect me
Cause he let me breathe his air and he really blessed me
I ain't
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