Текст песни Ghetto Gospel - Clean Album - Killer Mike

And I'm sitting on the edge of my bed holding my head
Trying to make this cake like a baker
And get some bread
My mama said hustlin' does come with feds
Time do the crime you better had be prepared
For what comes with it the killing the court convictions
Sn- b- the snitches often they get acquitted
While the real sent to prison, to rot away while they living
And all because I say dope sh- they on a mission
To nail my black to the wall with a conviction
I pray the Lawd hear me but really Lawd is ya listen'
Praying when I'm in trouble I'm speaking with forked tongue
I say I'm out the game but I'm flinching like George Jung
I must be in the clutches of satan it's all warm
My mama took me to the root lady to read my palm
She puts beads on my neck saying they protecting me from harm
But f- this old witch, I went and got a gun

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord
Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord

Looking at the bezel of my
Thinking that I used to sell raps for enlightenment
But I got lapped by them guys selling lies for the white man
Now I sell pies for the white man
And my tour bus is a moving indictment
This must be how Huey felt when the revolution failed
And in Oakland n- they turned him on to a sack of
You know this feeling false but it feels like yeah
I may have lost my cause but not a reason to rebel
Revolutionary or dr- dealer I'm in jail
And the C.O.'s call me n- either way when I'm in there
Just like they did Pac
Just like they do Mumia
Just like they doing to Mutulu or Assata if they see her
And ain't no justice if it's just us in court
For my folk and my people free Hoover, free Fort
The Lord never break us if we all on one accord
You know it

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord
Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord

Even as I'm standing here iceless Mike is priceless
Women with me prettier than Isis
Don't know if she black or a white chick
But I know this p- and excitement
Gonna lead to indictments
The women and the fame put shade on enlightenment
I don't seen dark days come to many bright men
I don't seen a damn dime fine
As a fine wine take an Einstein mind
Leave 'em deaf dumb blind
With them Jezebel
Liars of Delilah even marrying a Pandora
Pretty parasite she will use ya, this ain't what you used to
Stone cold b- she Medusa
Might make you an abuser
You an addict not in love, boy
Don't get it confused, bruh
She don't need a boyfriend she just need a booster
She the devil's pie guy
You was f- Lucifer

Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord
Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord
Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord
Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord
Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord
Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord
Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord
Oh Lord, Jesus, glory
Oh Lord