Текст песни Soul - Blvckxng Kbo
Conversations
with
God
but
i
dont
know
his
name
The
preacher
man
be
fraud
it's
all
a
game
A
religion
keeping
kings
as
slaves
If
that
be
the
case
wait
I
ain't
trynna
be
saved
Cos
I'm
trapped
in
a
trap
living
life
but
in
chains
Wear
a
smile
over
the
pain
Hypocrites
with
no
shame
In
the
club
on
a
Saturday
in
church
on
a
sunday
Then
it's
back
on
the
block
on
a
monday
Went
away
for
a
decade
ain't
a
damn
thing
changed
Rich
getting
poor
shits
not
even
the
same
Politicians
too
dey
lie
and
dem
never
go
fit
change
People
suffer
suffer
everyday
but
never
see
no
change
Yelling
Africa
unite
but
they
can't
hear
me
say
it
or
they
won't
Maybe
I
should
sound
cooler
when
I
say
Forget
the
rulers
y'all
insane
Just
puppets
in
a
game
from
five
seven
till
date
We
just
modern
day
slaves
Drop
your
arms
in
a
big
pit
The
arms
stink
like
your
armpits
The
arms
split
like
an
armed
kid
cause
harm
quick
Because
I'm
sick
when
I
shake
you
It's
like
an
earthquake
It's
all
love
cousin
you
my
brothers
like
my
mom's
kid
Fat
guinea
pigs
in
a
lab
it's
an
experiment
Experience
what
you
can
and
leave
the
world
to
figure
it
Configure
it
to
every
bit
till
it
all
diminishes
The
mission
is
find
God
don't
be
ignorant
coming
quick
Flying
too
close
to
the
sun
Deep
in
the
slums
I'm
just
out
here
trynna
have
fun
with
my
day
ones
We
fight
everyday
we
for
stand
The
things
we
did
to
make
it
out
here
Your
eye
see
you
saf
you
go
run
It's
the
most
indelible
sick
without
an
antidote
Dropping
classic
hits
drinking
out
my
chalice
Swimming
in
a
pile
of
gold
Just
smoking
in
my
palace
Let
the
powers
that
be
understand
this
There
is
only
one
God
but
many
rulers
on
this
planet
I
cleverly
maneuver
you
should
study
all
my
tactics
Do
this
in
my
sleep
I
don't
even
have
to
practice
Money
got
an
attitude
because
I
been
getting
mad
chips
Martin
with
an
army
of
martians
in
my
mosh
pit
Damn
right
I
done
lost
it
a
menace
to
the
last
bit
My
bars
making
all
your
wack
rappers
get
nauseous
Usually
don't
do
this
but
I
had
to
break
a
promise
The
rhetoric
delegate
about
to
get
intimate
with
this
shit
Wickedest
lyricist
casting
spells
from
my
oesophagus
The
black
Gambino
no
childish
tendencies
I
spit
logic
till
I'm
running
out
of
memory
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