Songtexte Bended Knee To The Man Upstairs - Bronze Nazareth
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                                                [Bronze 
                                                Nazareth:]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yo 
                                                the 
                                                street 
                                                planter, 
                                                meat 
                                                hand, 
                                                the 
                                                pursuit 
                                                grammar*
 
                                    
                                
                                                Residue 
                                                scanned 
                                                my 
                                                black 
                                                camera
 
                                    
                                
                                                Brother 
                                                maracas 
                                                shined 
                                                at 
                                                this 
                                                gossip, 
                                                life 
                                                exploding 
                                                tunnel
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                sleep 
                                                puddles 
                                                and 
                                                neat 
                                                potholes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                Bush 
                                                got 
                                                clothes 
                                                like 
                                                Kennedy 
                                                head 
                                                songs?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Instead 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                dead 
                                                zone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fled 
                                                chrome 
                                                crashes, 
                                                now 
                                                I'ma 
                                                blow 
                                                axis 
                                                off
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                no 
                                                cash 
                                                is 
                                                caught, 
                                                from 
                                                not 
                                                black 
                                                bosses
 
                                    
                                
                                                Often 
                                                I'm 
                                                off 
                                                this 
                                                planet, 
                                                sing 
                                                    a 
                                                song 
                                                like 
                                                daughter 
                                                Janet
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                cocaine 
                                                grows 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                brain 
                                                thinking 
                                                off 
                                                planting
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                dreams 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                seal 
                                                is 
                                                my 
                                                scheme
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                path 
                                                rocks 
                                                like 
                                                __, 
                                                OJ 
                                                passed 
                                                mountain 
                                                cops
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fountain 
                                                tops 
                                                quench 
                                                thirst, 
                                                bent 
                                                verbs 
                                                blew 
                                                my 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                so 
                                                beautiful, 
                                                    I 
                                                lick 
                                                from 
                                                cuticle 
                                                to 
                                                thigh
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                she'll 
                                                never 
                                                be 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Devilish 
                                                grin 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                heavenly 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Step 
                                                on 
                                                landmines, 
                                                damn 
                                                mines, 
                                                it 
                                                been 
                                                    a 
                                                ling 
                                                trip
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                sure 
                                                I've 
                                                made 
                                                it 
                                                yet
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                baby's 
                                                sweat 
                                                'cause 
                                                I'm 
                                                onboard 
                                                7/24
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                don't 
                                                se 
                                                through 
                                                my 
                                                lenses 
                                                or 
                                                through 
                                                my 
                                                expenses
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                bended 
                                                knee 
                                                prayers 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                man 
                                                upstairs
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                camera 
                                                glares 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                mirrors
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                insurance, 
                                                flee 
                                                the 
                                                scene 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                disturbance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hope 
                                                the 
                                                cops 
                                                don't 
                                                come 
                                                searching
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                urging 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                pay 
                                                raise
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                I'ma 
                                                have 
                                                to 
                                                say 
                                                raise 
                                                Hell 
                                                until 
                                                the 
                                                Devil 
                                                steals 
                                                my 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                peals 
                                                my 
                                                goal
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                my 
                                                future, 
                                                how 
                                                they 
                                                shoot 
                                                you 
                                                cousin, 
                                                son 
                                                I'm 
                                                bugging
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                bye 
                                                to 
                                                another 
                                                one, 
                                                hi 
                                                to 
                                                her 
                                                grandson
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                no 
                                                figure 
                                                father, 
                                                the 
                                                street 
                                                boggler 
                                                even 
                                                elite 
                                                role 
                                                model
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                hole 
                                                swallow 
                                                pit-bull, 
                                                the 
                                                figure-four 
                                                model
 
                                    
                                
                                                Time 
                                                fall 
                                                back 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                labyrinth
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                face 
                                                the 
                                                daggers 
                                                when 
                                                you're 
                                                staggering 
                                                through 
                                                life 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                _
 
                                    
                                
                                                Asking 
                                                for 
                                                change 
                                                and 
                                                flagging 
                                                down 
                                                cabs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Buy 
                                                them 
                                                bottles 
                                                in 
                                                bags 
                                                that's 
                                                under 
                                                abdomens
 
                                    
                                
                                                Put 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                walking 
                                                shoes, 
                                                boy 
                                                we 
                                                travelling
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Intro
2 Childhood War
3 Beat Snippet #1
4 Richteous Talk
5 Southpaw
6 Bended Knee To The Man Upstairs
7 100 Skeletons
8 He Died From Pen
9 Cassettes
10 One Day
11 Work
12 Beat Snippet #2
13 Shaolin Kung Fu Training
14 To The Table
15 Grammy
16 Solarplexis
17 Beat Snippet #3
18 Tired
19 Sinuhe (Verse)
20 Intro
21 Dopest
22 Aim At MC's 2
23 BaRonze Obama
24 Michigan Rain
25 Black Royalty (Quality Version)
26 Night Of The Long Knife
27 My Pain Is Inside These Notes
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