CHURCH (BLESSAGE)
Title | CHURCH (BLESSAGE) |
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Artist | SLICKNASTYSLICK |
Album | MARS |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Make it rain for rainy days with life simple pleasures Fuck your religion and favorite politician Fuck your diet and your education system Nature and normality got a big difference Like I said I mind my business I won't make you listen I thank God every day I thank myself too I took some shrooms and took my ego put it in a tomb From the womb already knew what I had to do I lead my peoples to the truth just by living true Your pastor got your soul for sale little did you know Cracker told me go to hell I said little do you know I been through Hell that's why I ain't scared I been to Heaven that's why I ain't dead And like I said I know a lot of y'all think I'm crazy But y'all don't listen to what I'm saying and that's an understatement Niggas value Roley amounts and not the time it count And teachers taught us how to count and not how numbers sound My name Slick and I approve this Blessage Money marriage build a prison out Mercedes leather Gold shine or storm I'm grateful for the weather Make it rain for rainy days with life simple pleasures Church and state too intertwined to separate The checks and balances too many callouses to legislate They use our faith to regulate our movements on the every day Rewrote them holy scriptures to condition us not educate And ain't no limitations on their methods either So don't be surprised when they deem your uniqueness as something evil They did it to me for no specific reason But I just crack a smile I think I'm enjoying being a demon It's some parallels between the trap and the cathedral We both sell outer body experiences to all our people We take the dividends of those conflicted with redeeming themselves And give them shit to convince them their Spirit leaving But shawty you ain't going nowhere except to the deacon or the pulpit And after the service visit the Reverend for the full fix Stealing information profiles to make our jewels sick Cause really that's the closest to reparations that you'll get Political uproar psychological warfare Automatically we disadvantaged cause our coarse hair Suffer second handedly by greedy CEOs So we make our presence hectic by jamming them DEOs We impose our sanctions until their BOA froze Then double tap the lil buttons to detonate the C4s And see those reactions that they sparking By utilizing our daily well being as a target You might also likeThey sitting in their office our struggle become their profit Their wives and daughters got lust for our existence but they watch it We then become complicit then complacent then convalescent Man got some nerve out here trying to teach God a lesson You clicked here for a verse and inadvertently got a lesson You left with somebody else agenda and not a blessing You still these crackas gon save you ain't it We living in Hell and being The Devil gon make me famous |