paroles de chanson Devilution - Cellus Hamilton

What's the point of evolution

I think for survival

I do believe in evolution

And still read the Bible

Take a walk with me outside

Beware of broken bottles

This scene ain't rated r for film

These kids was never coddled

On my daily walk outside

I might see feens

Shoot up a vein

Don't be walking round here flashy

We snatchin chains

Don't be walking down my block
And think you running thangs

You can't diagnose condition
You aint felt this pain

So why we sleep in church if everybody woke
Don't be blinded by the storm
When Jesus came to rock the boat

I can't listen to yo preacher up here

Motivation for my life
But neglecting what's outside

Ding ding ding ding

Hear the bell that rings

Resurrected king

Back In Africa we'd sing
Songs of man on Calvary

Voices in my head
Heed the voice of history

I can see the cross
I can see the lynching tree

I can see the blood
That He surely shed for me

I can see the king
They don't wanna see me be

Get lost
Kiss ups
Leave stains
Lip gloss

Big boss
Urinal
Bump it
I'm pissed off

Ima man that's willing to die
For what I believe in

I fix my hands to build up the people
Who I believe in

I seen too many
Bump that no

I lost too many
Jump back

Fathers ain't in the home

How you picture you heavenly dad

We been acting scurred
We been acting scurred

Know that

Kids is insecure
Life is such a blur

KODAK

No sense of urgency
Yo consistency
Is milk and cream

Squandering yo seed
Now yo nightmare
Yo most common dream

Gun talk
Gun talk
Gun talk

Blow

Blunt talk

You get high off self-esteem

Take a steam roller

Iron crease on em

Six
Six
Six

Now the mark
Of beast on em

Sticks
Sticks
Sticks

Why police just beast on em

Every time you grab you phone

It's another meme on it

Its guaranteed a hit
Soon as I breathe on it
I
Support the gospel
Why you think I lean on it

Try

I'ma make sure
Educate em right with HipHop

Collect Jordan's
But I'll dunk on you in flip flops

Then next quarter
Tell my enemies to kick rocks

Building up our stocks
Then we ditching pitching ziplocks

To Change the hood
Is easier than lottery

Open up to Acts
And you gone see
How churches oughta be

Open up the doors and let the outside in

Let the inside out
We exchanging like twins

Back to serving up again

This time I'm moving smarter

Parked my car
And took the Marta

Ain't no Mud on my rims

Or scuff on my tims

Or blood on my hands

No blood on my pants

No blood on my