Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Sermon , by - Z-Ro. Release date: 14.04.1998
Song language: English
My Sermon |
| 24 up in this game, and I don’t own a damn thang |
| Just a bunch of bags receiving blows, trying to maintain |
| Dealing with insanity, probably dumping demanding me |
| Started out at a slow pace, now I’m losing it rapidly |
| Trying to keep my faith in God, but my spirit is scarred |
| I wanna do it but if I do it, I won’t wake up to the Lord |
| I’m living hard, ain’t nobody giving me no handouts |
| Since I’m one deep I get all the attention, therefor I stand out |
| Now everybody know, I don’t socialize keeping |
| To myself, cause partnas might be bad to my health |
| Coming around, when I got a few ends when a nigga broke |
| They chunk the deuce, that’s what they grooving |
| Mr. Z-Ro staying home alone, kicking it with my plastic or chrome |
| Until I find peace, I continue to roam |
| I just wanna be left alone, let me make it 'fore I snap this is my sermon |
| I’m a preacher, bitch this is deeper than rap |
| Sinning tripping, on this ghetto life |
| No one understands the life of the fast |
| Ain’t no sense in, trying to close my eyes |
| Cause out this ghetto, I know that I must rise |
| Let me clear throat, so I can tell you about this life of sin |
| I hope that you can cope, we killing eachother to make some divid-ends |
| I don’t wanna sound crazy, but I’ll make you push up daisies |
| You better give it up give it up, give it to me |
| Let me clear throat, even though I don’t want to I’m hustling all night long |
| I had to learn the ropes, I got nickels and dimes |
| And 20's and halves, and even whole zones |
| I won’t sell to no undercover, I’m gonna let my mack 10 stutter |
| You better give it up give it up, I gotta stay free |
| I done lost all of my old school fools, to the bullet |
| Trigga happy motherfuckers, catch a beatdown grip the trigger and pull it |
| Staying high, elevated above the stress |
| Hoping God blessed a familiar face, might slug my vest |
| And ever since the days, of a little child |
| Sported a frown, like it was going out of style |
| Adolescence to juvenile, to a grown man |
| Innocent Christian, till I woke up with the blood on my on hand |
| God please forgive me for sinning, I’m on a mission |
| Gotta do something about it, fuck bitching with a vivid vision of prison |
| I’m paranoid, walking through the graveyard |
| On my knees screaming, release me from the demon |
| Mighty savior, the pain is major I’ve been hurting so long |
| I’d rather be wet when I’m depressed, cause I don’t even know what’s wrong |
| I just wanna be left alone, let me make it 'fore I snap this is my sermon |
| I’m a preacher, bitch it’s deeper than rap |
| (Jennifer Taylor) |
| Sinning tripping, sinning tripping |
| Z-Ro, Z-Ro — 2x |
| Sinning tripping, sinning tripping |
| Yeeeeeah |
| Cause out this ghetto, I know that I must rise |
| No one understands the life of the fast |
| Z-Ro, Z-Ro, Z-Ro |