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DaSun
Anyone wanna help me wanna correct some of the lyrics please?
[Killah Priest]
The cargo ship rocking ocean tides
Their freedom watch from the open skies
Cried for his chosen tribe
The great Amistad wave goodbye
You'll never see her again
Currents of strong wind
Took niggas on the long ride
Naked have I came, naked should I leave?
This hell I see, I've written it in my form
So if my time calls you can press play like it's yesteraday
It's been a decade since the best say
Y'all hear 'em again, my serum's the pen
If death follows so lie for now
The apostle, grace be unto you
Till the coming of shallow, I wrote this...
[Killah Priest]
What's suffienent for the ears?
Redemption is near
The hope for Christians, religion is listen but fear
This society put us back in bondage
Till we recalli elements, living devilish in our conscious
We became monsters
'Cause all we want is the chronics and some liquors
And tat on some scriptures, and I miss my sister
Pictures hunts my mind, it tunrs realer
Look inside my memories mirror
Her-on had an incidation, till she became an AIDS patient
Her last days she laid shaking
I stood by her grave waiting
For the preacher to finish his sentence
I dropped the rose in the hole then I left repented
It took part of my soul; turn my soft heart into stone
When I strike my chest it hurts my hand
Is our freedom even worth the plan?
The dope merchant glance
Then look back at the fiend like "you heard the man"
Who wanna take a stand? Hopes are hollow
The adolescence hand chokes a bottle
No role models, wherever the streets leads he shall follow
[Killah Priest]
He quicken my heart after the foolish women rip it apart
Swimming in a dark sea that was living with sharks
The last enemy to destroy his death, what's next?
Given the power, all things wicked will end an hour
The corruptible, must put on end corruption
All this and his destructions
God to men discussions, he looks at sin disgusting
Skies erupt when my pen is touching
Deliverance from this ignorance
Idiots or oblivious, it makes God furious
Surrender yourselves, ye members of hell
Offenders are given the jail
The devils agender to get at one self
All we wanted was help, the conomine is blind
The honorable is hard to find, there should be no sign
Liberty is defined, the spirit must be circumcised
It's deeper than just tribute time
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