Songtexte Redeem - Lee Green , Propaganda
                                                So 
                                                what 
                                                they 
                                                gon' 
                                                say 
                                                about 
                                                us, 
                                                huh?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Early 
                                                21st 
                                                century, 
                                                humanity, 
                                                when 
                                                history 
                                                tells 
                                                the 
                                                truth
 
                                    
                                
                                                America 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                brink 
                                                of 
                                                war, 
                                                with 
                                                three 
                                                countries
 
                                    
                                
                                                Consecutive 
                                                within 
                                                the 
                                                church
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                one 
                                                part 
                                                was 
                                                making 
                                                reality 
                                                shows 
                                                about 
                                                decadence
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                other?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                they 
                                                wrote 
                                                blogs 
                                                about 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                part 
                                                was 
                                                wrong
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                rest?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                they 
                                                ain't 
                                                have 
                                                running 
                                                water
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                government 
                                                [?] 
                                                to 
                                                practice 
                                                their 
                                                faiths
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                they 
                                                just 
                                                died 
                                                off
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                say 
                                                our 
                                                nation's 
                                                on 
                                                it's 
                                                way 
                                                to 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                if 
                                                it's 
                                                ever 
                                                been 
                                                in 
                                                Heaven 
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                Time, 
                                                hey
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                be 
                                                morphin' 
                                                the 
                                                pimp, 
                                                hustler, 
                                                and 
                                                rapist 
                                                to 
                                                co-laborers
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                them 
                                                muy 
                                                mal 
                                                female 
                                                canines, 
                                                come 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                change 
                                                in 
                                                'em
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                relates 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                laymen, 
                                                our 
                                                mistakes 
                                                ain't 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                waste, 
                                                boy
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Redeemer 
                                                did 
                                                just 
                                                that 
                                                then 
                                                sent 
                                                us 
                                                right 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                ya
 
                                    
                                
                                                Huh, 
                                                Wake 
                                                up, 
                                                come 
                                                join 
                                                the 
                                                winning 
                                                circle 
                                                and 
                                                come 
                                                hang 
                                                wit 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swoop 
                                                through, 
                                                we 
                                                stroll 
                                                this 
                                                royalty 
                                                in 
                                                full 
                                                regalia
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                don't 
                                                love 
                                                the 
                                                old 
                                                us 
                                                that's 
                                                pitiful 
                                                necrophilia
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                nasty 
                                                made 
                                                clean, 
                                                there's 
                                                no 
                                                rewind 
                                                just 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                fortunate 
                                                failure
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                tossed 
                                                into 
                                                that 
                                                sea 
                                                of 
                                                forgetfulness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Redeem, 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                Helpless 
                                                to 
                                                change 
                                                our 
                                                past
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                great 
                                                was 
                                                Elohim 
                                                to 
                                                redeem, 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                no 
                                                rewind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                redeem, 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                pieces 
                                                of 
                                                perfect 
                                                symphony
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                Mozart 
                                                of 
                                                irony
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Vincent 
                                                Van 
                                                Gogh 
                                                that 
                                                only 
                                                paints 
                                                with 
                                                serendipity
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                be 
                                                dippin' 
                                                His 
                                                brushes 
                                                into 
                                                messy 
                                                blotches 
                                                of 
                                                coincidences
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                attackin' 
                                                that 
                                                canvas 
                                                like 
                                                every 
                                                splatter 
                                                had 
                                                    a 
                                                destiny
 
                                    
                                
                                                Broaden 
                                                y'all's 
                                                lenses 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                wider 
                                                you'd 
                                                see 
                                                that 
                                                perfect 
                                                symmetry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Redeemed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Boy, 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                on 
                                                purpose
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                still 
                                                off 
                                                on 
                                                purpose
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                Papi 
                                                takes 
                                                the 
                                                worthless
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                brandishes 
                                                    a 
                                                stamp 
                                                of 
                                                one-of-a-kind 
                                                and 
                                                priceless
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                cosmic 
                                                thrift 
                                                shop 
                                                    a 
                                                Macklemore 
                                                can 
                                                only 
                                                imagine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Buyin' 
                                                stuff 
                                                He 
                                                made 
                                                Himself 
                                                from 
                                                dust 
                                                and 
                                                words
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                other 
                                                words: 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                my 
                                                confidence 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                626 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                Exodus
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                certain 
                                                you 
                                                was 
                                                blood 
                                                purchased
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                come 
                                                stand 
                                                wit 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                fortunate 
                                                failure, 
                                                and 
                                                tossed 
                                                into 
                                                that 
                                                sea 
                                                of 
                                                forgetfulness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Redeem 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                Helpless 
                                                to 
                                                change 
                                                our 
                                                past, 
                                                but 
                                                great 
                                                was 
                                                Elohim
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                redeem 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                no 
                                                rewind, 
                                                just 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                Redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                dad 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                preacher 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                doctor
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                with 
                                                me 
                                                he 
                                                didn't 
                                                bother
 
                                    
                                
                                                Section 
8                                                was 
                                                momma's 
                                                wisdom
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                we 
                                                sleep 
                                                when 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                warmer
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                grieve, 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                dishonor
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                speak 
                                                but 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                drama
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sleep 
                                                while 
                                                she 
                                                was 
                                                workin' 
                                                harder
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                could 
                                                make 
                                                it 
                                                further
 
                                    
                                
                                                Failed 
                                                school 
                                                or 
                                                smoke 
                                                the 
                                                money, 
                                                guilt 
                                                I'm 
                                                sweeping 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                father
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                if 
                                                his 
                                                absence 
                                                was 
                                                reason 
                                                for 
                                                making 
                                                my 
                                                momma 
                                                    a 
                                                weeping 
                                                martyr
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                efforts 
                                                sandcastles 
                                                that 
                                                just 
                                                wait 
                                                for 
                                                beaching 
                                                waters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                    I 
                                                heard 
                                                who 
                                                wrote 
                                                my 
                                                life, 
                                                and 
                                                saw 
                                                that 
                                                Jesus 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                author
 
                                    
                                
                                                See, 
                                                    a 
                                                bastard 
                                                is 
                                                robed 
                                                in 
                                                curses, 
                                                with 
                                                what 
                                                man 
                                                has 
                                                disposed 
                                                as 
                                                worthless
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                chose 
                                                to 
                                                bestow 
                                                    a 
                                                purpose, 
                                                it 
                                                shows 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                close 
                                                the 
                                                curtains
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                blows 
                                                on 
                                                His 
                                                coals 
                                                and 
                                                words, 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                bellies 
                                                they 
                                                glow 
                                                    a 
                                                furnace
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                soul 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                person 
                                                that 
                                                knows 
                                                that 
                                                he's 
                                                purchased 
                                                will 
                                                explode 
                                                in 
                                                worship
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                His 
                                                stories 
                                                that 
                                                have 
                                                passed, 
                                                his 
                                                invitations, 
                                                    a 
                                                pageant 
                                                of 
                                                his 
                                                graces
 
                                    
                                
                                                Epistles 
                                                of 
                                                bone 
                                                believe 
                                                his 
                                                blood 
                                                is 
                                                active 
                                                validation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Weigh 
                                                your 
                                                faults 
                                                against 
                                                the 
                                                cross 
                                                and 
                                                see 
                                                who 
                                                has 
                                                enough 
                                                to 
                                                pay 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                    a 
                                                such 
                                                fortunate 
                                                failure, 
                                                and 
                                                tossed 
                                                into 
                                                that 
                                                sea 
                                                of 
                                                forgetfulness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Redeem 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                Helpless 
                                                to 
                                                change 
                                                our 
                                                past, 
                                                but 
                                                great 
                                                was 
                                                Elohim
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                redeem 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                no 
                                                rewind, 
                                                just 
                                                redeem
 
                                    
                                
                                                Redeem
 
                                    
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