Where’s The Love?

INTRO/CHORUS - CANTON JONES
Looking for Love
I don’t know what you came here for, (aye)
I don’t know what you came here for, (aye)
I don’t know what you came here for, (aye)
Looking for Love
I don’t know what you came here for, (aye)
I don’t know what you came here for, (aye)
I don’t know what you came here for, (aye)

VERSE 1 - EMCEE N.I.C.E
Cali Bred, Chuco Raised, in a family full of profiles
Ganbangers, drug dealers, street cops, both isles
Same danger, same anger, same chamber both wild
Strong mama, full of drama, puerto rican, won’t bow
Gritty city, hard hustle, she was witty, dopе smile
Broken family, lost love, shе was loyal, broke down
Found Christ, changed life, dipped in water, woke now
Gave me the water I’m woke now!
Showed me the father I'm cloaked now!
On fire with the fire but the pastor was a liar
With his hands getting lower but his horns growing higher
There's a scene behind the scene with a team, playing church
With a team of philistines that’s playing under them shirts
They playing under them skirts, abusing the cloth
Yeah, Preying on the weak, uh, abusing the lost
When you’ve scattered the sheep and you’ve shattered the meek
Prepare to get battered in grief, with no added relief

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VERSE 2 - JERRELL GOLDEN
Growing up I won’t no pk
Family Matters that is true but I was more like 3J
My daddy said that loved my momma but left wit no delay
I thought I was to blame for his absence
Tho I was young I’d get upset when momma said it was for the best
I grew older love to me was hitting ransoms up for sex
With their minds I would play
Once we done, I’d hit next
Fast forward 12 years my wife and kids are LDS
God revealed to me they was a false religion so we left
I was frustrated only thing I trusted was the text
Had enough of worldliness and churches full of hypocrites
But Jesus said
To love Him first, and our neighbors like ourselves
So we should ol’ bay as the salt, in this season ask yourself where is the love

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VERSE 3 - SEAN DAVID GRANT
Come get your man's open hand on an Oscar stage
They said I’m shocking Don’t understand how I operate
I grab they heart By being candid No need for fake
I love the fans But ain’t a fan of their oscilla
-tions Look at us Look at us, Look at us
Who woulda thought We would bubble After we shook it up
Since I was young wasn’t good enough wouldn’t look at us
Now they look us up And ask us Could you hook us up?
God gave me purpose Yall told me it wouldn’t Pop
They tried curve me Only Spurred me to never stop
Wanna end my vibe And bend my style
They thought I would come up short, but I’m Wembenyama
Where’s the Love!

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