The Message

Album: 90059 (2015)
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  • It's like you're testing me now
    This my testimony, look I got that recipe now
    Keep that good book on the dash with that weaponry out
    Ain't no mo' rules in this game plus no referees out
    All that stressing, it taught me lessons
    Caught blessings, went back to stressin'
    And that moment when death is present
    Heavy praying and asking questions
    I had no answers so I had to bottle up that aggression
    Load up them hollows and I had to follow in my direction
    Don't know where I'm headed I can't look back though there's nothing there
    But backstabbers, snakes that slither, decisions when nothing's fair
    Keeping my faith in all, even if they come take it all
    Stand on my ground, I was born to fight so I'm taking off
    Me and my champs on a mission, work with the baddest intention
    Sharp as a scalpel incision
    Gotta survive these condition, vengeance is like a tradition
    If you practice what you're preaching might just get what you wish

    Never thought it would be a easy, I hope we understand that
    Gotta earn it when you see me, I hope we understand that
    I look up at these tennis shoes over the wire
    I'm looking at these tennis shoes over the wire
    But no change coming

    Now we have to get whatever that we after
    See past the regular shit that we master
    Learn to survive through love and Jezebels and street pastors
    Live as free as we can cause Hell on Earth is being recaptured
    I'm caught in this ghetto rapture, spirit detached
    I'm smoking backwoods looking for greener pastures
    Hashtag we bastards, from money change to snowflakes
    The body found, a cold case, we making it out from no place
    Now can you walk in these shoes with no lace
    Or push that S5-50 on shoes with no plates? I don't think so
    Shit is insufficient when you think slow
    That's why I keep one foot in the game like a flamingo
    But here's the thing though, picking my spots yelling, "bingo"
    Post it with the work, 501's with the peacoat
    This ain't no New Jack City and I ain't Nino
    Wondering if change gone come, but we gone see though

    Never thought it would be a easy, I hope we understand that
    Gotta earn it when you see me, I hope we understand that
    I look up at these tennis shoes over the wire
    I'm looking at these tennis shoes over the wire
    But no change coming
    Never thought it would be a easy, I hope we understand that
    Gotta earn it when you see me, I hope we understand that
    I look up at these tennis shoes over the wire
    I'm looking at these tennis shoes over the wire
    But no change coming Writer/s: Johnny Reed McKinzie
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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