Music
See I was sittin in my room comtemplatin how to further my
self from Hell and find salvation when I came to the realization I was listenin
to Satan’s playlist.
Murda inc music cappin cats for the capital offense, for
those who have no right to offend and defender. Reppin mo murder when lookin
down the barrel holdin a mic thinking they preachin right.
Music
When they get to the awards using lyrics like girls lick me
like a lollipop and how low can you go and Baby grind with me, yet they have
the audacity to scream in the mic I ain’t nothing without God.
Music
Listenin to the Doctors of these realities they can always
diagnose but you never hear them tryin for a remedy. No “young brother don’t
follow me follow the one that calms the seas”, No “hey young brother this is
how it is but not how it’s supposed to be.”
No raps about being a Roman boy not conforming to this
world’s philosophies, or stayin away from suicidal tendencies that God hates.
See the candy to our eye the lust for her thighs, Are blindin whats ones only
truth inside….Soul
Man if these cats see so much evil and feel all its
tendencies could it be that we’re listenin to a devil flow?
Music
We live in a generation where saints fear consecration.
Where evil is good and good is called evil. Twisted we have become that if the
life of Christ ignites a life on fire we accuse them by saying your movin too
fast.
Shame on Music
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