Feat. Lee Green
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(Intro)
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So what they gon' say about us, huh?
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21st century, humanity, when history tells the truth
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America on the brink of war, with three countries
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Consecutive within the church
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Well, one part was making reality shows about decadence
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The other? Well, they wrote blogs about how the first court was wrong in the west
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Well, they ain't even have water, and the government too wrong to practice
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Their faiths, so they just died off
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And say our nation's on it's way to hell, as if it's ever been to heaven
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The first place, it's time to redeem
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Time, hey
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(Verse)
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He be morphing to pimp, hustler and rapist to cold laborers
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And ? female canines, come see the change in 'em
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It relates to the lane, and I'mma say don't go to waste boy
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The redeem did just that, sent us white back to ya
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Wake up, come join the winnin' circle and come hang wid us
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Swoop to, we strollers, royalties and fill regalia
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And don't love the oldest, that's pitiful leprofania
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Nasty made cleanness, no rewind, just redeem
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(Hook)
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It's a fortunate failure, been tossed into that sea
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I forget when it's redeem redeem
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Helpless to change our past, but rape was that old deed
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Redeem redeem
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It's no rewind, a just redeem redeem
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(Verse)
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It's pieces of perfect symphony, a Mozart of perfect irony
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The Vincent Van Gogh that only paints with serendipity
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He be dippin' his brushes into dirty bloches of coincidences
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Attacking that canvas like every splatter had a destiny
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Part your eyes a little wider, you'll see that perfect symmetry
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Redeemed, boy, it's all on purpose
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I'm still off on purpose, my papi takes the worthless
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And branish is a stamp of one of a kind and priceless
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A cosmic thread shot a macamour can only imagine
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I am stuffed and made from dust and worms and other worm's us
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And this is all my confidence, put a sixty six and an X to thus
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If it's certain you was blood purchased, please come steer with us
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(Hook)
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It's a fortunate failure, been tossed into that sea
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I forget when it's redeem redeem
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Helpless to change our past, but rape was that old deed
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Redeem redeem
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It's no rewind, a just redeem redeem
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(Verse)
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My dad was a preacher and a doctor
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But with me he did it marvelous
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Section 8 was momma's wisdom
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Always sleep and it was warmer
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Always grief with the dishonor
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I was speak but it was drama
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Sleep while she was workin' harder
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So that we could make it further
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Failed scholar, killed the money, found them sleeping on my father
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As if his absence was reason for making my momma a weeping martyr
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My effort's sand passes that just waits for beaching waters
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Until I heard who wrote my life, and saw that Jesus was in office
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See, a bastard is rolled in curses, with manic disposed as worthless
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Got chose to bestow a purpose, it shows when it close the curtains
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Blows on it's calls and words, in our bellies it blow a furnace
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The soul of a person that knows that his soul will explode in worship
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I hear stories that have passed, these invitations try to end
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Past pervades a pageant of his races
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Missiles of bomb, believe this blood is act of validation
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(Hook)
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It's a fortunate failure, been tossed into that sea
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I forget when it's redeem redeem
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Helpless to change our past, but rape was that old deed
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Redeem redeem
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It's no rewind, a just redeem redeem
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Redeem
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