Letra da Música Trippin de Verbs

examining actions of slaves to self satisfaction
in a circle snakes where saints are a small fraction
cover my ears an can still hear the fall happenin
i’m body battlin' saddlin' up to keep travelin'
and you are my inspiration many emotions mangle my meditation
and every time i spit i keep tastin' soul preservation
link with the lord for some life renovation
i keep reservations for conversation
it’s hard to harm the lord’s well-armed calm kept creation
none felon bomb of a none denomination
a simple servant out here sicken sevens on the nation
my camp or coalition cold crash your congregation
we standing in the light eternal life is what we facin’
and aint nothing adjacent and cant nothing replace the man
every time i say amen i feel like i'm trippin

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trippin in any city, county, town, or zipcode
interstates, highways, byways, backroads.
skylines twinklin’ pretty but still look dark
pushin evil outta these borders and tell it to depart.

hear the cries from famined cities where crime and sin crumble the streets.
where heat waves seek and earthquakes shake the territory.
i see my man on the block that goes anywhere the just may blow.
downtown in the middle of the night, neon light bright where there’s no windows.
gangs bang with gun and chain until their brains hang out
then pick another gang to see if they hang so that they can claim they clout.
it’s where the worth of young youth is getting skewed and reduced
they’ve been handed the wrong juice and straight lost their innocence.
fatherless dealing with rage fight to escape the shame
finger pointing ignites the blame, inner bitterness beginsto flame.
not seeing beyond the hood life is automatically lacking
demons of death on desolate blocks and they’re feenin’ for destiny jackings.
but the news is marvelous, we can start repairing thebreech.
christ came to destroy the works so you can start repairing the streets.
and he’s looking for people presenting an ultimatum to evil
threating lethal either leave or simply get drawn off the easel.

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