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Ghetto Gospel

アーティスト:Killer Mike 

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And I'm seeking on the edge of my bed holding my head Tryin to make this cake like a baker And get some bread My mama said hustle and dust come with fed Time do the crime you'd better had be prepared For what comes with it the killing the coke convictions Snortin bitches just snitches often they get acquitted While the real sent to prison, to rot away while they livin And all because I say dope shit they on a mission To nail my black ass to the wall with a conviction I pray the law hear me but really law isn't listen'n Praying when I'm in trouble I'm speaking with forked tongue I say I'm out the game but I'm flinching like George Jung I must be in the clutches of satan it's all warm My mama took you to the "root lady" to read my palm She puts beads on my neck saying they protecting me from harm But fuck this old witch, I went and got a gun [Hook:] Oh Lord, Jesus, glory Oh Lord Oh Lord, Jesus, glory Oh Lord Looking at the bezzle of my brighten Thinking that I used to sell raps for enlightenment But I got lapped by them guys selling lies for the white man Now I sell pies for the white man And my tour bus is a moving indictment This must be how Huey felt when the revolution failed And I open it and talk em on to a sack of Yale [?] You know this feeling false but it feels like yeah I may have lost my cause but not a reason to rebel Revolutionary or drug dealer I'm in jail And the seals call me nigga


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