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church basement - scynikal lyrics

[verse 1: scynikal
n0body wanna grow like that, poverty affects your aptitude
grew up so poor, swear to god, sometimes really had to ration food
i love my dad, he a single father doing everything that he had to do
and ishmael’s my brother from the same struggle
go ahead and ask him too
ask him ’bout things we were given for empty palms we had
wednesday’s on days when church kitchen getting what stock we can
or how the thought of us needing it kept us awfully sad
or how that sh*t was less painful with matching shopping bags
and still we’d go back to church on sunday for sunday class
for a child to gain some perspective, nothing wrong with that
matter of fact i think it prevented me from a lot of cr*p
prevented me from growing up deadlier than a (rhyme here)
used to look around like “why am i here?”
missing football on sunday for a message that’s quite clear
truth is, without faith i woulda died here or k!lled a thousand people, get branded evil and fried here
[chorus: scynikal]
where did you get your food?
i got mine in the church bas*m*nt
and did you go to sunday school down in that church bas*m*nt?
for soca parties i was too young for that church bas*m*nt
i swear i know a lot a true thugs from the church bas*m*nt
face it

[verse 2: scynikal]
what’s going on in there, what’s going on in there?
what’s going on?
lines outside full of dimes outside
why the christ outside, i must be wrong
yeah i forgot that every friday or on sat*rday night
there’s a big party going on downstairs i imagine it’s nice
i was just young, never adultish, i know what’s going down
people be smoking, doors open, i hear the soak aloud
i’m not so sure that’s supposed to roll on your holy grounds
yo quote, oh sh*t, someone got their throat slit
hope you’re proud
followers i’ve been taught a gangster do what a gangster do
sunday school or not when the banging’s through they’ll be thanking you
right now it’s shanks, purple drinks, and cooch making banks and move
life often spikes you with jagged truth when it drags you through

[chorus: scynikal]
where did you get your food?
i got mine in the church bas*m*nt
and did you go to sunday school down in that church bas*m*nt?
for soca parties i was too young for that church bas*m*nt
i swear i know a lot a true thugs from the church bas*m*nt
face it
where did you get your food?
i got mine in the church bas*m*nt
and did you go to sunday school down in that church bas*m*nt?
for soca parties i was too young for that church bas*m*nt
i swear i know a lot a true thugs from the church bas*m*nt
face it
[bridge: scynikal]
so don’t feel like you failed when they’re throwing us in jail
saying “lord where did i go wrong?”
maybe holding us to scale
you gotta let some children grow
you can’t just mold and read the tale
we do what we want until we’re dead cause no one f*cking cares
so don’t feel like you failed when they’re throwing us in jail
saying “lord where did i go wrong?”
maybe holding us to scale
you gotta let some children grow
you can’t just mold and read the tale
we do what we want until we’re dead cause no one f*cking cares

[outro: scynikal]
yeah
church

- scynikal lyrics

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