Letras
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I came up in the hood, infested with teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin', scrapin' busters
By keepin' dust up noses and 'caine on pipes and cans
So they can one day ride candy painted, just like the man
That feed 'em, tryin' not to bite his hand
But they need him, to keep him some life for their span
Every night praying, but prayers go as far as the ceiling
Got me feel like I'm cursed from all this hard that I'm dealing
And all of this liquor, hoeing, rubber and goose-neckin'
That I do, but I don't want to, got me losing blessings
God said He'll take the next two steps if I take the first (I did!)
But in it, the pick of satan spurs
From under my feet, lost faith, and jump in the streets
Back to serve a rocks, dying to the chrome and the heat
And running with G's dedicated to the block
Wit' em tellin' me, along with my greens, we're up like pot liver
Well, all I know
That I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't be the last
I gotta slow down, 'cause I'm living too fast
It's time to admit I need some help
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray
You can clock my consistent and endless efforts of upliftment
Trees and branches catch draft
When I'm choppin' down a path to walk down
Actually, don't even know how talk sound
I'm trying to stop the next death that they drawing the chalk round
Matter-of-fact'ly, I'll stand alone with no entourage to back me
God is my every existent exhalation, exactly
I pimp profits so profoundly that labels won't like to contract me
I'm one of a kind, they gotta find a satellite to contact me
Let us bow, I thank the almighty God for right now
For the strength to smile through the tribulation and trial
For sparing me when the devil was daring me
And scaring me synonymous with preparing me
And to my family, the Dungeon Family
And ya'll family, we all family
And to my health and my home and my son Kingston
My tongue is my gun, revolution's already begun (Raw!)
Well, all I know
That I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't be the last
I gotta slow down, 'cause I'm living too fast
It's time to admit I need some help
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray
All I know is charge cards, cars, and clothes
Man, it's all for show!
It all could go
And when it's gone, you alone!
Runnin' up yo' soul phone, callin' God for-
Who to say that day ain't awful close?
And if you're ballin', playa, it's only 'cause God's your coach
And it don't matter 'bout the lies you told, laws you broke
Thangs ya drink, dank and cigars you smoke
He gon' forgive ya, and that's why-
Now don't get me wrong, I like LL, but God, da GOAT
He da greatest of all time, if I'm lying, I'm flying
Can I get an "Amen"? (Amen, brother!)
But we got to stop, we got to stop doin' dirt
Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse
Sister Samantha from Atlanta, can't much finish a prayer
Worried about her sister Martha's hair
Always worried 'bout what Sister Martha wear
Did she walk, or did she ride the MARTA there?
It don't matter, at least sister Martha there!
In Sunday service with a Bible, light of Earth, the son of God
Bless her, we here to thank God
If thou shall step inside His holy church stankin'
I say, step inside His holy church stankin'
We all God's property, not just Kirk Franklin
Well, all I know
That I'd been down this road before
It ain't the first time, won't be the last
I gotta slow down, 'cause I'm living too fast
It's time to admit I need some help
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray