Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Acts Of Vengence, artist - Vakill. Album song Worst Fears Confirmed - Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.01.2006
Record label: Molemen
Song language: English
Acts Of Vengence |
A pastor for 16 years in the hood |
Known for steering all my troubled peers to the good |
Made sure God’s word appeared understood |
So those that didn’t believe that he worked wonders — could |
Family of five — livin' wife, one boy, two girls |
Spiritually guided through this new world’s few perils |
Community activist, summer camps, youth centres |
Bible class to help us find the God and the truth in us |
Shield us from the true sinners that corrupted the block |
So dreams of kids wouldn’t be interrupted and blocked |
When a homeless sought shelter in a dead-ended search |
He’d take him in, feed him, let him rest his head in the church |
A neighbourhood cornerstone that made his presence felt |
Never took credit, always said God’s blessings helped |
«I'm just the instrument», he’d say; |
«God's the musician» |
He’d help of bringing dreams of finding jobs to fruition |
Then a six-year-old girl was killed in a crossfire |
Block got hot, made the price of the coke go higher |
The pastor took action, waged a war on drugs |
With vows to clean up the hood, that he swore on blood |
Three days a week, the hood is led by this prophet marchin' |
Dope man’s pissed because it’s affecting his profit margin |
Now all this heat got the dope game forced in a drought |
Cause the pastor got squad cars, and reinforcements out |
And the thugs ain’t feelin' his influence on the community |
So they wait one Sunday to seize for an opportunity |
The pastor’s at church, second service, from noon to three |
Unsuspecting the acts of vengeance that are soon to be |
While he’s giving sermon, the thugs is teaching a lesson |
So all the anti-drug shit that he preach is in question |
Poured four gallons of gasoline on his estate |
Thank God no one’s home, if so they wouldn’t’ve escaped |
Cause killin' wasn’t the purpose |
Just to make the good pastor nervous |
But the kids attended the mornin' service |
So he let them stay home and put the oldest in charge |
They were burned beyond recognition, smoldered and charred |
When the pastor found out, his heart got colder and hard |
But you vowed to be a soldier to God |
And those innocent children, didn’t have a chance to escape once |
And did I mention that the youngest of the three was eight months? |
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? |
Cause murder, your soul can’t afford |
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? |
Remember, you a man of the lord |
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? |
God said revenge is his alone, so only he’s allowed to place his hands on |
The sword |
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? |
Just accept it, and grieve inside? |
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? |
Throw away your reliefs in mind? |
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? |
WOULD YOU RATHER LEAVE IT UP TO GOD? |
OR LOAD UP TECHS AND NINES AND EVEN UP |
THE ODDS? |
I got a nine on the left… |
Tech on the right… |
So I guess I’m ready to ride… |
From now on NO MERCY |
We all gotta die, but you first G |
I got a nine on the left… |
Tech on the right… |
So I guess I’m ready to ride… |
From now on NO MERCY |
We all gotta die, but you first G |