paroles de chanson The Great Exchange (Currency) - Jeremiah Bligen , Eshon Burgundy

I'm out here yelling what I need faith for
I need to get paid more
You gotta bleed if I come to take yours
Got the money and the power
Dirty money with a shower
I'm doing laundry cool as Fonzi
What is yours is really ours
This is manipulation, humiliation and degradation
Playing God and saying to y'all there ain't no Heaven waiting
My own emptiness transforms into wickedness
Press against you like a pistol with a clip stuck in your hip
This is all vanity Ecclesiastics 5: 10
In light of all humanity's failure to camouflage sin
Love is love to that love come with a slug
I gave that trigger a hug cause you wouldn't give up the plug yo
Most people murdered by people they know
For currency and jealously man that's just how it go
And yes even in this state my life He still wanna save it
I don't know if these are my chains or the ones I got from the slave ships
He gathered it all trespasses, transgressions those chains enslave ours souls
He took on all the offenses sin has charged and nailed it to the board
He brought out peace, he took on shame
To give us mercy You took on pain
Because your Able you put on Cain
Love for hate, wrath for grace that's that (The Great Exchange)
Yo, the bigger the bag the bigger my respect
These blue face hunnids look like they holding they breath
I can't let em breathe, I'm stacking can't let em leave
What's happening with all these women infatuated with me
The money so seductive attracted to what they see
Now if i give it all up the far side is where I'll be
I mean them passing the me? out on the street
If you're looking a God I can't see how that's something you want for me
Why would you want me broke?
How could this be? Swear I heard you want us to live abundantly
Oh you wanted me to have abundance under thee
And find my fortune in your blood and what you done for me
So you saying this nice, round stripper ain't the one for me
You mean this syrup in this liquor ain't gon' set me free
This information is crucial I'm feeling bamboozled
And thinking a gangsta is what I'm supposed to be
He gathered it all trespasses, transgressions those chains enslave ours souls
He took on all the offenses sin has charged and nailed it to the board
He brought out peace, he took on shame
To give us mercy You took on pain
Because your Able you put on Cain
Love for hate, wrath for grace that's that (The Great Exchange)
Aye yo the power of the dollar not enough for the economy
But in the street it hold honor
That's why it had me caught up
The promise of the paper promised to be my savior
Promise to feed my family promised to make me major
Promised to keep my fly promised to keep me way up
Promised to take me high promised to help me stay up
But that promise was a lie cause the paper is a liar
Money'll sell us dreams for our nightmares and desires
Money make us fiends strung out on that cream
Crack head status losing weight and taking things
That money say it trust God but we have never seen
But we have seen it betray God please let me explain
It's not the money it's the love of the mucho dinero
Can't get enough of and make our souls say hasta luego
Pimping me, robbing my of my soul and all of it's divinity
Compromised to my love for God was nothing but mere memory that's cold