Jaeti - Walking With the G O D Lyrics

Dialect for the hungry
The poor and the bummy
Living in the slummy
The ill ville ugly
They kill for the money
Like they kill for the money
Murder in the streets
Even worse in the govy
Coat in a cubby
Nine in a dresser drawer
Live for a hummy
Unsure of what we dyin for
Above the law
Buried beneath bones from dinosaurs
Standing on the corner
Trying to sell his last Final Call
It all evolves
Yet it all stays the same
Spit the right game
She might slip off the draws
I'm just saying
It's easy to make the wrong hard decisions
Too hard to make the right
Easy decisions in life
Criminal trife
Escalated to the house that is white
Politicians try to treat me polite
Don't trust 'em
I can see beyond the smiles and fake grins
Police shootings got us needles and pins
We fight for the hungry
The poor and the musty
The dusty
White around the mouth
With the crusties
The end is the beginning
You can trust me
I must be
Walking with the G.O.D.
We fight for the the freedom
Booed for no reason
Funded by the freedmen
And shunned by our own deacons
Sold to the demons
But yet we're still breathin
Appear to be beaten
My heart pump more frequent
Never gave up
My own people tied the slaves up
Put 'em on ships
While others sharpened their blades up
Hung us from trees
We screamed til the ground raised up
Gave us disease
But our DNA changed up
Burned our degrees
We opened a new age up
Tried to cage us
So we burned the whole place up
Tried to replace us and shame us
That's when we realized
God made us
To save us
So we fight
For the single mother with no hope
The military vet that's addicted to coke
The girl being bullied at school
Ready to drop out
The boy
On the porch in the cold
Locked out
We fight!
For the elders
The homeless in the shelters
Winding through the city
Like nomads in the deserts
The pain and the effort
The truth and the pressure
The what you thought was heavy
That was lighter than a feather
The live for tomorrow
When you're nearly at your last breath
The going silent into good night
The first Death
The coming back
Glorified bodies
Wanting nothing back
Light crack the sky
Like YHWH called Jehovah back
Made in GOD's image
So we honor that
And keep everything you stole from me
I need none of that
We moved on
Just to prove you wrong
How could I be bitter
When I sit upon a throne
How can I be bitter when you bring yourself to ruin
Forgive them
They have no idea what they're doing
So now tell me
Who's the real hoodlum
Pull me over
You won't be the only one shootin
We fight for the hungry
The poor and the musty
The dusty
White around the mouth
With the crusties
The end is the beginning
You can trust me
I must be
Walking with the G.O.D
We fight for the lost
The stars and the cross
The colors and the symbols
The wrong individuals
The people you feel
The same ones who ain't feeling you
The magnified
But the minuscule
The perpetual lust
The first feeling
And the strong crush
Got the world wondering
What's wrong with us
The late nights
Canvas paintings of a space flight
Making good
On what ain't right
Feeling horror
Wise females that hate drama
Lash out
As if there ain't karma
The faint pause
Police officers that break laws
Protect officers that hate ya'll
With the law in the palm of their hand
We make cause
Easy to see people murdered
When it ain't yall's
Gotta go to work
I can't take off
With these chains around my neck
I gotta break off
We fight for the hungry
The poor and the musty
The dusty
White around the mouth
With the crusties
The end is the beginning
You can trust me
I must be
Walking with the G.O.D

Dialect for the hungry
The poor and the bummy
Living in the slummy
The ill ville ugly
They kill for the money
Like they kill for the money
Murder in the streets
Even worse in the govy
Coat in a cubby
Nine in a dresser drawer
Live for a hummy
Unsure of what we dyin for
Above the law
Buried beneath bones from dinosaurs
Standing on the corner
Trying to sell his last Final Call
It all evolves
Yet it all stays the same
Spit the right game
She might slip off the draws
I'm just saying
It's easy to make the wrong hard decisions
Too hard to make the right
Easy decisions in life
Criminal trife
Escalated to the house that is white
Politicians try to treat me polite
Don't trust 'em
I can see beyond the smiles and fake grins
Police shootings got us needles and pins
We fight for the hungry
The poor and the musty
The dusty
White around the mouth
With the crusties
The end is the beginning
You can trust me
I must be
Walking with the G.O.D.
We fight for the the freedom
Booed for no reason
Funded by the freedmen
And shunned by our own deacons
Sold to the demons
But yet we're still breathin
Appear to be beaten
My heart pump more frequent
Never gave up
My own people tied the slaves up
Put 'em on ships
While others sharpened their blades up
Hung us from trees
We screamed til the ground raised up
Gave us disease
But our DNA changed up
Burned our degrees
We opened a new age up
Tried to cage us
So we burned the whole place up
Tried to replace us and shame us
That's when we realized
God made us
To save us
So we fight
For the single mother with no hope
The military vet that's addicted to coke
The girl being bullied at school
Ready to drop out
The boy
On the porch in the cold
Locked out
We fight!
For the elders
The homeless in the shelters
Winding through the city
Like nomads in the deserts
The pain and the effort
The truth and the pressure
The what you thought was heavy
That was lighter than a feather
The live for tomorrow
When you're nearly at your last breath
The going silent into good night
The first Death
The coming back
Glorified bodies
Wanting nothing back
Light crack the sky
Like YHWH called Jehovah back
Made in GOD's image
So we honor that
And keep everything you stole from me
I need none of that
We moved on
Just to prove you wrong
How could I be bitter
When I sit upon a throne
How can I be bitter when you bring yourself to ruin
Forgive them
They have no idea what they're doing
So now tell me
Who's the real hoodlum
Pull me over
You won't be the only one shootin
We fight for the hungry
The poor and the musty
The dusty
White around the mouth
With the crusties
The end is the beginning
You can trust me
I must be
Walking with the G.O.D
We fight for the lost
The stars and the cross
The colors and the symbols
The wrong individuals
The people you feel
The same ones who ain't feeling you
The magnified
But the minuscule
The perpetual lust
The first feeling
And the strong crush
Got the world wondering
What's wrong with us
The late nights
Canvas paintings of a space flight
Making good
On what ain't right
Feeling horror
Wise females that hate drama
Lash out
As if there ain't karma
The faint pause
Police officers that break laws
Protect officers that hate ya'll
With the law in the palm of their hand
We make cause
Easy to see people murdered
When it ain't yall's
Gotta go to work
I can't take off
With these chains around my neck
I gotta break off
We fight for the hungry
The poor and the musty
The dusty
White around the mouth
With the crusties
The end is the beginning
You can trust me
I must be
Walking with the G.O.D