Ghetto Gospel

And I'm seeking on the edge of my bed holding my head

Trying to make this cake like a baker

And get some bread

My mama said hustlin' does come with fed

Time do the crime you better be prepared

For what comes with it the killing the court

convictions

Snorting, bitches, the snitches often they get

acquitted

While the real sent to prison, to rot away while they

living

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 Lawd hear me but really Lawd is ya 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

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Looking at the bezel of my Breitling

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 in Oakland nigga turned him on to a sack of yayo

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 C.O.'s call me nigga either way when I'm near

Just like they did Pac

Just like they do Mumia

Just like they doing to Mutulu or Assata if they see

her

And ain't no justice if it's just us in court

For my folk and my people free Hoover free fort

The Lord never break us if we all on one accord

You know it

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Even as I'm standing here iceless mike is priceless

Women with me prettier than Isis

Don't know if she black or a white chick

But I know this pussy and excitement

Gonna lead to indictments

The women and the fame put shade on enlightenment

I don seen dark days come to many bright men

I done seen a damn dime fine

As a fine wine take an Einstein mind

Leave 'em deaf dumb blind

Fuckin with them jezebel whores

Liars of Delilah even marrying a Pandora

Pretty parasite she will use ya, this ain't what you

used to

Stone cold bitch she Medusa

Dope ass pussy might make you an abuser

You an addict not in love, boy

Don't get it confused, bruh

She don't need a boyfriend she just need a booster

She the devil's pie guy

You was fucking Lucifer

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory

Oh Lord