letra de i don't pack a matic (freestyle) - jayess

v.1
i was a madman, dead and buried
until christ gave me the scoop like ben & jerry’s, was no ordinary
peeps seek to find him but can’t scent
he’s no clark kent, a superfriend like mary mary
sing farewell, coz they sell tales
like they fell for real like that’s a new game
the world sells lies to the public about christ
and they love it, they getting gassed like that blue flame
aim, shoot, pursuit troops, the kingdom’s at hand
we tell man to repent, even youths
can you smell h-ll is cooking?
unbelieving men looking so shook their names not in the book
and you see these, they denying his deity
with man’s theories with ease, give them a squeeze!
you not giving praise like blud, you’re lukewarm
that’s right, you’re not covered by the blood like a newborn, believe!

v.2
the world’s a mess, we got brothers that rap bad
and iraqi thugs who are quick to bag dads (baghdad)
and girls ready to get buck naked just to make it
the schools they forsaking the sacred
you fake it like he’s not but he’s real
he’s our fresh prince, you’re like he’s will, i’m like hmm
he stands in petition as a judge like he’s phil
no hilary banks or military tanks
can stop us from giving him thanks
your knees will peel the concrete
the conquering don beat the beast from the bottomless pit
he’s hugging and grips his kids coz he’s loving the clique
he purchased us quick, got beat, thrown, flung on and spit
hung on a stick, his back lashed on from the whips
swallowed the cup of wrath poured, it wasn’t a sip
nothing exists which he doesn’t permit
besides the right hand of power, god told him to sit
he brings silence to violence
coz he’s the prince of peace, our feast of weeks
reduced our sins to a minus, imputed his righteousness
and now towards the father god we can speak
the hood’s messed, the hood’s stressed, my men’s depressed
they getting shanked from the right to the left
if it’s not shanks they’ll murk you
now watch how their sh-lls fly and stick to your back like a turtle
it’s murder-murder, whether physical or verbal
life’s like a racetrack, yes there’s so many hurdles
whether it be religion or secular humanism
tryna seek god like this, you’re going round in circles
we just wanna get by
but yet we getting treated like necks and getting sprayed like perfumes
around here, light and dark don’t go together like queers
illogical like a round square for where
the way we be preaching to braes
the word reminds me of flies in summer
coz they never missing your ears
some shank blitz but they scared
some possessed and unaware
some think saved by grace
but dead, they need a puff of air
some say christ is divine, i say amen
some actually think that he came to save braes in chairs
that couldn’t walk this life, in fact was dead and couldn’t sit up
like a six-pack ab work. the word gives us a lift up, for real

- jayess

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