Lyrics:
crying
Soul singing the songs
My past breathing down my neck and shit
The same way I'm on my dreams ass
Boy watch me catch this bitch
I'm grabbing her by
And ain’t trying to sell my soul boy
For the fame and the money in the game
I do this by myself
Even though I fall I don’t cares I will try it again
And I
press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
and the souls they sold
Singing songs written to make hell unfold
Spells are told but listen when the bell tolls
There's gonna be no mercy for them anymore
Only
a drone
Not a sleigh)
Facebook reminder, time to go out and shop
And your government's infiltrated by
Russian black ops
Christmas so white, like the nazi
The world got you believing in immortality
cll the while your soul sinks in depravity
Oscars , superbowl
Olympics all are rituals
Commercials got you
John Henry.)
First of all John Henry was a black man
He was born where the sun don't ever shine
He was six feet tall he didn't know his own strength
despite ghetto
suspension suspect a sent or no souls
Sinister sins I decided distract on a ancient crucial
past like Krueger's is gross
Satanic in scent
see I fail
Paper trails, got niggas singing like damn Adele
Lean cup runneth over like the holy grail
Slowly sail up the stream, on a percocet
Without
[Chapter 1]
Among the blackness icy previaled,
I draw the black curtain of death,
thousand of lost souls fallen
in the depth of the crypts of pain,
Smoking weed, true indeed
Sick emcees presented by tecca neez
Check it out
Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
say brae , keep rising
And Clipse say brae , keep grinding Ooh
They let a soul singing nigga on the cypher
Just to show you niggas I am more than
hung on ropes
Black queens havin' seeds while she's strung on dope
I resurrected Nat Turner with this song that I wrote wrote
[Chorus]
"I'm
This is the end of you and me
And I'm never going back
Before my broken soul begins to fade to black
And if I could show you now
Let you see
the holy water running from my tap
Can you give me that?
Will I make it to your gates if
I stay singing all your praises
Should I sell my soul to put in
on the rapture
I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
at a derringer
Old ways is the barrel that's damning us
We better cross and cross rivers
A stolen soul and lost figures told by Doc Rivers
Movement
the poorest youth
But got shot by an off duty cop, hands to the roof
Black Saint she modern day
Lived life so honestly
As she moves she also pray
Thank
in black
A long line family and
Friends they signing in
My niece singing solo organs and violins
Wife in her black veil
Hands flooded with diamonds
that he was that heartless
I was peaceful, I was never harmless
What I told ya with love, I can harsh this
Black gloves, chartless, I can have this
But
of the parkin lot
I'm murderin niggas that point to shoot it
If it aint black owned than we loot it
Burn this bitch down, lets do it
We ain't marchin' we ain't
Millions of stars shining above us like every soul living and dead
It's been gathered together by God
Sing a hymn over your bones
Sun down, sun down
Singing in the sunset
Oh wath a good sound!
Singing with feeling and soul
So he sang so sweet and blue
And made people crazy with the old classic Reggae
Will my love ever come back?
Or will my Christmases remain black?
I'm afraid that, that my soul's cracked
And I've gone too far off track
No pretty
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