Chris Wise - Ghetto Gospel
Location
Elevating from wilted lettuce
Italian dressing
To purple kale with the sweet potato vinaigrette
It don't make sense
But neither does frying chicken
How'd you like it when the judge fried your cousin for his so called crimes
We only selling crack cuz it's hard to sell rhymes
I'm goin
I'm goin
The lack of food got us living rude
The lack of food got us living cruel
They ruthless with the chemical warfare
Niggas carry guns not cuz they strong but cuz they all scared
Who put the fear here?
Footsteps in the dark make my heart stop
Footsteps in the dark make my heart stop
Footsteps in the dark make my heart stop
Homie asked if I knew where to find the sticky
I wish
I just wield the key to freeing the masses
I'm on a path to the Masters
Reserve my jackets
From Augusta with gusto and blunt smoke
To the NOLA in Magnolia saying prayers for the soldiers and Soulja Slim
I'm bolder
Born in the February cold under a boulder called Jim Crow
Parched on 106 watching the minstrel
And fuck Viacom
Ima say it again
FUCK VIACOM
I was born to tell the story from the nigger category and I hope when I flip this shit up they gon build a statue for me and let the kids know
I made a difference
I ain't stand in front of this mic bullshittin'
I gave you truth about what I go through
Being in the club blowing $20 on two shots to be left with two dollars and I don't even drink
I really want a dub but all I can do is think
Who I am
Where I've been
Where I'm goin and how to get there quick
And on this ghetto gospel Sunday I finally understand this:
You only get what you give
Meet God halfway
Step to the mirror and repent for your sins!
The voice for the fallen
Shoulder on which you can cry
Dollars I cannot provide
Follow your dreams to the sky
In this life
You only get what you require
FUCK A VERSE
I scribble scriptures
Fuck a wish list
It was Christmas when you realized what you wanted outta life
But we selfish
Takin' selfies
Pounding Coronas
I spent my check on the corner
Coulda gon to California to behold a greater sun
Parenting is science but niggas is having kids before passing living environment
Relationships with no chemistry
Solely centered on physics switched from energies to enemies
I'm literally Keanu in Hardball with my back against the wall
eternal glory or a hard fall