Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hallelujah, artist - Kemba. Album song Negus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.2016
Record label: Kemba
Song language: English
Hallelujah |
I told my mother I loved her just the other week |
Said I’m sorry for being weak, turn the other cheek |
No villain is ever raised, as if a different breed |
To us humans I shed a tear before I did the deed |
Father, Father, our personas gone on forever |
The grown-ups ain’t show no effort so homies don’t know no better |
Of course we gon' go retarded |
Our fathers were tarred and feathered |
As targets and all we got is the president |
So who riding I’m with it? |
It’s hard to be positive when impoverished, I did it |
Involving in politics for a profit |
I’m searching for higher learning in hopes for a higher living |
You open to different cultures, my opus in hieroglyphics |
My nigga |
Embarked on an inner search for forgiveness |
My nigga |
The death of a kid and birth of a cynic |
My nigga |
We traded our Laurens for foreign women |
May the lord see our flaws, and may God be my witness |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
Ain’t no brighter days for a nigga like me |
The church don’t pray for a nigga like me |
The Lord ain’t saving niggas like me |
It’s not likely, nah nah |
Ain’t no fairy tales for a nigga like me |
The world doesn’t label the nigga like me |
Them educated niggas like me |
It’s unlikely |
I’m surely some sort of sorcerer |
You flying flags while I flag down a flying saucer, huh |
Jesus of Nazareth raps to the non-exalted |
It’s Hera’s daughter reviving a dying culture |
Live and direct from the fleshes you hide inside |
Made of rotten carcasses piled to protect yourself from the vultures |
But we survive like the phoenix rise |
And arrive like the bronze in Egypt |
My bronze people reaching a solstice |
Hope to be seen as A Sea of Hope to the hopeless |
They go to drink but the oil leaked in the ocean |
Formula 40−40 will force the erosion |
We taking .40s to 40−40 and posting |
A lot of souls are going missing |
A lot of goals get lost in prison |
A lot of cold in this description |
You out of focus, get the picture? |
And even after all my logic and my theories |
I gotta say «my nigga» so my niggas feel me |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
Ain’t no brighter days for a nigga like me |
The church don’t pray for a nigga like me |
The Lord ain’t saving niggas like me |
It’s not likely, nah nah |
Ain’t no fairy tales for a nigga like me |
The world doesn’t label the nigga like me |
Them educated niggas like me |
It’s unlikely |
You think, that you don’t have to ever quit |
You think, that you can get away with it |
You think, the light won’t be evident |
It’s almost over now, almost over now |
Something on your chest, better get it off |
There’ll be no-one left, when we send it off |
We ain’t going to take it no more |
It’s almost over now, almost over now |