Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creown, artist - Run the Jewels.
Date of issue: 25.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Creown |
Down with the shame |
Down with the shame |
Used to walk traps in the rain with cocaine |
Used to write raps in the traps as I sat in the rain and I prayed that God gave |
me a lane |
Give me a lane |
Give me the fame |
Give me the fame and I promise to change |
Won’t be the same. |
Won’t be the same type of man that puts cocaine in this |
lady’s hand |
Heard she was pregnant. |
I’m guilty I reckon cause I hear that good |
Shit can hurt baby’s brains |
Heard he was normal 'til three and then he stopped talkin'. |
Since then, |
ain’t nothin been the same |
Seen her some years later out in decatur. |
Told her I’m sorry for causin' her |
pain |
Causin me pain? |
Causin me pain? |
She asked again and then grabbed my right hand |
Asked am I crazy. |
Said look here, baby. |
I release you from all of your sins and |
your shame |
Cause I’ve been redeemed |
I found in Christ |
Whatever it take I hope you find it, Mike |
The look on her face shown that glory replaced all the shame. |
And the hate and |
that she wears a crown |
My late grandma Bettie had prayed with her heavy and told her to tell me lay my |
burdens down |
Can’t pick up no crown, holding |
Whats holdng you down |
Down with the shame |
Down with the shame |
Carried the flag in some other men’s name |
Loaded my weapon and swore to them vengeance an stepped with |
Aggression right in to the fray |
In to the haze |
In to the murk |
Told me to prove to them what I was worth |
We’ll teach you to move without mercy and give you the tools to go after the |
causers of hurt |
You’ll become death |
You will take breath |
This is for everything you’ve ever loved |
Use all the pain that you’ve felt in your life as the currency go out and trade |
it for blood |
You are not you |
You are now us |
We are the only ones that you can trust |
You’ll become fear |
They’ll become dust |
Before this moment you didn’t mean much |
You are the smoldering vessel of punishment born to do nothing but justify us |
Give us your empathy we’ll give you lust |
Let yourself go my son time to grow up |
Give up your childish obsession with questioning |
Anything we don’t tell you is irrelevant |
Everything you’ve ever been is replaced by the metal and fire of the |
Weapon you clutch |
Can’t pick up no crown, holding |
Whats holdng you down |