Let the church say «hallelujah!»
Yes, Lord!
See the boy grown up He got every single record on the board
Let the church say «hallelujah!»
Yes, Lord!
Just a pawn in the streets
In the field I’m a god
Got five Ds all up in my mental
Three eyes in my head
I’ve been tipping off the ledge
Homie, tell me what you been through
You ain’t never seen dead
If you ever seen death, then you know what I’m into
Said it’s real round here
Pigs see a black kid, make him kill round here
Fathers dipping, mamas barely living off jobs round here
Got brothers getting shot for their dog back here
Daughters twist knobs cause they lost back there
President got troops on lock, oh yeah
But how many of them took our lives last year
Two-fifty for the ops
Better flip that double for the rock
Got four hunnid chains on lock
Instead of fifteen hunnid niggas standing on blocks
Tell me what you know about that boy
Tell me what you know about the facts
Bet you didn’t know that your grandaddy hopped off the ship so your mama wasn’t
snatched
Bet you ain’t know that the Jesus you been talking to was cool with that man
Uncle Sam
And that’s word to your tommy
Probably tripping if he never told you that
Did he ever tell you that boy?
Hallelujah Merkaba, can you see the shine on me?
Hallelujah Merkaba, can you see the shine on me?
Hallelujah Merkaba, can you see the shine on me?
Hallelujah Merkaba, can you see my grind homie?
Let the church say «hallelujah!»
Yes, Lord!
See the boy grown up I got every single record on the board
Let the church say «hallelujah!»
Yes, Lord!
In the streets I’m a pawn
In the field I’m a god