[Verse 1 : Bek Zela]
Ok bless the shooter
Bless the nigga who was with with yah
Bless the nigga who made you sick , God is the healer
To pimp a butterfly but I'm just a catapiller
To see right through our lies ,all you need is just a mirror
We corrupt ,we fake
Our government is full of hate
And if it wasn’t we wouldn't be poor
You wanna debate ?
And if so I just brought my bible
Just in case
Rosentta stone I'm all in my zone just like the FAKE
I had a revelation
My mom was just praying
She was just crying ,and crying and crying
She was just crying
I said mama what’s wrong it's not like I'm dying
Matter of fact I'm great
Matter of fact I'm good
She said boy look around man we living in the hood
So ..don't get comfortable
We need to create a situation where we unstoppable
We need to help as many people as we can possible
Please tell me it's possible
I'm hoping it’s possible
I’m praying to the LORD that all my son's go to college though
I’m praying to the LORD that they gain all the knowledge thohgh
I'm praying for protection because money is a animal
I know it's animal
It's the only thing that really make a human go cannibal
It’s the only thing that a make president lose his morals though
It's the only thing that make a hooker really feel powerful
It's the only thing that make a nigga stab on the hour though
Bek Zela
[Outro: Bek Zela]
Can't help myself
There's no one else
Done feeling low
Am I on my own
I wanna give thanks to the LORD
Even if my niggas in DC can't afford
Dambwa central nigga on the best with accord
I wanna wanna wanna say thanks to the LORD
Say thanks to the LORD