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This morning, I have a GI recorded Listening to a sermon from the angel of the ghetto This is an official statement from the water Glock Listening to a sermon from the angel of the ghetto (I give it to you all, all the energetic nephtyid God has given) Approached by the end of my wits, I'm stressed Blowing bottomless pits of piff Find a means to escape boarding 767 jets Like outbound scheduled departure, I'm never late We all want a slice of the pie, more or less Just beware of the man with the knife when he's hard pressed I'm like a baby on his born day two handfuls of cake Still feel the weight of the morgue, it's on my shoulders How much more can a nigga take We make war over dinner plates Cutting lines need larger proportions, I savor the moment It's sinking in, this how the success taste Wisdom of the ages, finest bottle of pressed grapes Today drink and be merry, tomorrow's the death date Listening to a sermon Listening to a sermon Listening to a sermon from the angel of the ghetto It's different layers of currents, some warm and cozy I'm cold chills, life's ill Make a grown man cry When the layers of the onion get peeled Make your bed, sleep you'll get buried The block's hot passes is rushed Hand to hands get hurried, survival's a must So examine the pistol ensure it's worthy of my trust I'm getting bogged down like it's a war But it's life, ran with shooters known off of the court Shoot out your lights, who bloods-port like it's it in their nature Won't blink twice, the cup runneth over abundant 21 shots for the soldiers that's hunted Big gulps not small sips, over the lips Through the gums straight to the stomach it's stiff Listening to a sermon Listening to a sermon Listening to a sermon from the angel of the ghetto They didn't like it, but they value and show how to respect They had to give him that quarter It is astronaut but the men had to give it to him Listening to a sermon from the angel of the ghetto Listening to a sermo (From the angel) I wanna set-up my own organization On the stake "Man and power", lots of it And I'm not talking about TV militant and store fire militant But the real thing Tax that can go and demand a pieces of pie, and get it And I don't wanna wait forever (Man you will wait just as long you -) Hey man, we got this shit staked out, we got our plans
Writer(s): Justin Cross, Chad Allen Norton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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