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