Lyrics You - Şevin

You

Yeah.
it’s all you mane
It’s all you Father
You know I’m sayin
Like my homeboy RMB said mane
We gotta make a covenant with our eyes you feel me?
Just make sure you focused on the right thing though, you know
Yeah, Dear Father I’m so close to the edge
My heart’s broken… hopes torn to shreds
Bottle full of Vodka, throat full of meds
When I land on the chopper… ghosts in my head
I’m tryin to pay the price can you change the fee?
I always thought I had game but he was gamin' me
Dear Lord, you gotta form a change in me
Cause your will is so far from what I’ve came to be
Every villain that I hang with’s feelin' the same anguish
We lost in the rain Lord it ain’t just me
It’s a dichotomy they say that I’m a leader so they follow me
I’m hollow all I follow is the liters that I’m swallowin'
Jesus if I’m heated when I’m speakin' please pardon me
I can’t relate to these people and hypocrisy so
Make haste and please keep me in your property
Cause… The snakes hate, they can’t keep up with a prodigy
They’re spiritually committing sodomy in bottom feed
Plottin' to slaughter me but all they gon' do is martyr me, mane
They actors they can’t even do stunts
You punks, ain’t no fruit punch in my arteries
I’m hard-a-ly sweet, this a new era
This is not a repeat
You could fill a few derricks with the water we weep
It’s a marriage when… God and me meet
Till they lay every part of me deep
I’m thankful for compassion, I feel it, it’s been with me
Up to bat and if it’s crackin' I’m stealin' like Ken Griffey
Mama I’m tryin to be a refined diamond
So it’s only right that I sell a million in ten cities
Let’s be remembered for the good we’ve done
Life is more than the cheddar and the hood we from
Cause His love was measured on the wood he hung
Day to day we see pleasure like a good rerun
It’s… time to praise him like it should be done
You might not change the world but you could teach one
And I know without you what I would become
Once again these deaf niggas understood me none, Yup
There’s no reason without — you
My life has no meaning without — you
I’d be fiendin' without — you
So I’m never leavin' without — you
You guessed it… I’m tormented and sick
My whole life I’ve been getting the short end of the stick
Makes me wanna hit ‘em with a venomous prick
Put out their fire and then rip out the end of the wick
I could… bring out the bloods like feminine drip
Keep it YD official, blend ‘em in the the crips
There’s no surrender dog even when the generals hit
We out ya gate, ya’ll shaped like the end of a brick
Boy I’ve been in the pit where it’s sick but the Lord has seen us
Divine order time is shorter than the boy Zaccheus
Our Lord is Jesus, we don’t need a court to free us
Niggas fake man that’s why we don’t support the leaders
They don’t support us neither
They’d let us starve before they’d feed us
Spend money playin' God, tryin ta clone the fetus (anti-Christ)
The answer’s in the book, we need some different readers
It stack but it don’t cook we need some different heaters
It amps but it won’t umph, we need some different speakers
…Believers keep your eyes on Jesus
If you’re down with it, let all of creation abound in it
From Sac to my folks down in the Bay town on Seacrest
Every man in Christ is reborn creatures
We just tryin to live right, who gon' teach us?
Every man in Christ is reborn creatures
If we just tryin to live right then go on, teach us
There’s no reason without — you
My life has no meaning without — you
I’d be fiendin' without — you
So I’m never leavin' without — you
So gangsta
Yet so elegant
Might see me mob smob mobbin' in my element
We keep it crackin' on these Cali streets
Sittin' on some 20's bangin Jesus with the Dali heat
Don’t be pimped
For sure I had to bring it
Ghetto gospel has arrived in Sactown we got it slangin' uh
I hang with folks who drink 40's and smoke ganja
And for me I’m high on Christ sip sippin' on that Jamba
We mo' refreshin than them beverages
You dealin' with Sevin and the west coast evangelist
Come against the spirits of porn, lust, sex and thizz
Anti religious but we still handle our Father’s 'biz
Too many buttercup emcees don’t wanna hit on issues
They smile to your face but Judas, they still might kiss you
They run they mouth cuz in reality they jealous haters
So I stay focused on Christ the chosen one and real oasis