| I walk streets, speak brief to key piece
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| y’all knee deep in the streets
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| Sweet lord show me a sign and close when I open my eyes I’m hoping to find
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| what’s rightfully mine
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| Serenity and respect being the man of color
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| When addressed, most politicians ran for cover
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| We don’t come out to vote, we’ll run ‘round with coke in the projects' third
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| floor gun 'round with coke
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| Hustlers ballin' whore, showin' these watchin' so as a revolving door we saw it
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| all before
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| Neighbors don’t speak shit, they all at war
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| And in the gutta my nigga, that’s all it was
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| I’m praying for an angel that can absorb the blood
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| I’m praying for an angel that can absorb the slug
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| I’m waiting for the blessings, just show me some love
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| When my daddy died, I came close to not giving a FUCK!
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| If ye be willing an obedient
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| Ye should eat the good of the lamb
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| But if ye refuse and rebel
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| Ye should be devoured with the sword
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| For the mouth of the lord have spoken it
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| What I did last night, lord, forgive me for that shit
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| But that 9 to five gig won’t get that Benz
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| That 9 to five gig won’t get that boat
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| That 9 to five gig don’t impress these hoes
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| Cuz a real bitch is not impressed by clothes
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| She’ll fuck you for free, depending on what you know, what you roll
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| Some back to the root, the dough baby
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| Homeboys know the hoes come before the dough baby
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| I’m ask em all, my passion to ball
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| To fraction ya all, caskets fall, practice the law flashin the fall eat on my
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| necks if yours
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| And small jobs to the clean work for once
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| A dirty nigga wearing a clean shirt, it feels nice
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| Got the Cubans on hold
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| While Tony? |
| wash money
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| Turn the booth into the block
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| Rappers got Glocks for me
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| BANG!
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| The lord is my light and my salvation
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| Whom shall I fear?
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| When my enemies and foes came upon me to eat my flesh, they stumbled, and failed
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| You see God sees it all
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| Now I wonder if God liked if he let this Jews get away with the murder of Christ
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| Is the God you’re praying to the same God cuz mine ain’t white
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| With a chokehold on niggas in charge of all lightness
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| Have faith for ass nigga, I’m all prayed out
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| Got scarred up knees and I live in a crackhouse
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| Funny how people use their religion to fuck with bitches
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| Boys get molested inside the church by Archbishops
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| Preachers turn into faggots
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| And in the club gettin' lapdances
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| Bible contradicts, hands to the last chances
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| You give your life to God, you’ll be forgiven for that
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| The muslims fucked around and went to prison for that
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| I guess the point I’m trynna make is if you’re white you’re alright
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| All the other colors they try to muscle motherfuckers
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| With that made up shit, that they fuck with
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| As far as I’m concerned can get the duck sick
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| All I need is one mic, one church, one God, one life, light
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| And I ain’t preaching for no salary
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| I don’t need no salary
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| Selling the word nigga!
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| And lead us not into temptation
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| But deliver us from evil
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| From that is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever and ever
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| Amen |