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dearly beloved - jordan river banks lyrics

[intro] k!llah priest
streets is back, yeah, yeah
yeah, it’s that doulja, one life n*gga
live for this one, yeah, we gon’ do this
forever, maccabeez, supreme, yo

[k!llah priest]
life and death is like a carnival to cemeteries
aingt n0body left that’s honorable, they all been buried
the chronicles of the projects, the gods wore heavy, chains
his name reign over ghetto terrains
the dope fiends worship, he respеcted by k!llah
the realеst over everyone, kept reflectable trigger
n*ggas laugh till they cry falling from shots
hollering crackheads, someone’s calling the cops
hold up, let me let y’all n*ggas know one thing
i’m ghetto jezuz of the hood, be where guns ring
when i dream, i see war planes and submachines
judges poke the pitchfork at thugs wit wings
[chorus] h*ll razah x2
look deep into my eyes, can you see my soul?
man fell from heaven to this one h*ll hole
from this h*ll, we excel and we rise again
look deep into my eyes again, black angels

[h*ll razah]
dear lord come save us sinners
slaves that was made to k!ll us
young lions and gorillas in this jungle of dealers
in this h*ll where you buy you sell
you seller or buyers
we jeremiah prophecy * maccabee riders
heavenly riders, satan wants the spirit inside us
waiting to try us, innocent faces and liars
judas’ seed, s*x, death, music and weed
the beauty of eve, it’s all above, soon to be grieved
capture souls get left wit their casket closed
while the poor in the streets yelling “free daddy rose”
project shootouts, dice game bank root out
some pr*nounced dead before they move out
what you about, shooting or telling?
is heaven for a felon, age 11 playing with weapons?
raised off old 70’s records by cult
chemist’s use credit, that dope epidemic
the more money that’s not made; the more blood to shed it
they buy weight and sell it, straight cash, no credit
stolen dirt*bikes on the turnpike, stolen merchandise
dropped off, knocked off fast for higher price
last night made a k!lling
heard shots up in my building
in the midst f*cking this chick
son i was filming, thought i was filming
[chorus] h*ll razah x2

[shabazz the disciple]
ayo i been thru a lot, the game tortured me
these flames be scorching me
allah’s hands be stretching forth for me
sometimes i feel heavenly father be divorcing me
my life is like a biblical novel, y’all ain’t a fore for me
the perils of my penance almost got me a life sentence
fatal syringe piercing the veins of sinners
playing roulette in this game with ds and barrel spinners
poison snowflake on a scale with five percenters
stripped of our halo and wings, evil got in us
mad guns and heavy weight, money machine to print us
i ran the streets with them k!llers and squealer gators
guerrillas dodging narc’s, seagulls, sharks and counterfeiters
talk out the side of ya mouth
the slugs will fly right out the side of ya mouth
and everybody’s getting tired of ya somehow
the gats snuff ’em, we cuff ’em and duck tape ’em
if y’all ain’t meet our ransom demands then we rape ’em
we neva gave flying f*ck, whether you sold or snort
the judge told n*ggas don’t ever show their face in this court
you come up short or you bounce me the ball
you get hit up in broad daylight in front of ya moms
that real gangsta sh*t, never showing faces in fl!cks
pop witnesses to get them cases dismissed
go to ya wake with a gun and flowers
kiss ya moms and sign ya obituary if you hit one of ours
call me an animal, man, the streets raised me
somebody must of prayed for me cuz god saved me

- jordan river banks lyrics

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