James Crow - Religion Guns Money Lyrics

Boogie man don't need your belief to exist
What's more, rather keep you at bliss
See politics, division of class
Used to separate the mass
Argue over photoshopped ass while we laugh
And drink to our death
And send prayers for the haves
Y'all rather I swag, get pussy, and get cash
But the eyes of my son
See I can't get past
And think about the men that was put in my path
The wrath of the mob
Gets quiet by the rod
Or feed em credit cards open access to g.o.d.
Buy em off with cars
Only take em so far
Get lost in the mirage now you forget who you are
Run from the Son to give praise to the stars
Just to sit at they table and take a whiff
You gladly starve
The complex of God
From your mind has been carved
Bloodshed set em free
The words of Fanon

Religion Guns & Money
Religion Guns & Money
Religion Guns & Money
Religion Guns & Money

Check it out
If they shit in ya plate
And tell you that it's steak
Most of y'all will say ya grace
Stuff ya face without debate
Through the traits of the oppressors
You second guess your taste
Ain't nothing left to do
But pinch ya nose and chew
Glued to the tube
Let em program ya views
High definition
With low recognition
How they tell you
Get it now
Fast food and prescriptions
Instant gratification only leads to dependence
Dependence means you working
For a menial pittance
Ya pittance, you spend it 'fore you get it
And they probably would be livid
If they ever thought that you would listen
But I don't icy wrist or shiny rim it
The radio won't spin it
So, for now, I see I guess that their safe
On the surface Crow is hatin'
But in truth I'm just awake
Sleepy giants lie
Cause the truth they don't know
What good is your might
If it's only used for show

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Till we choose life over death
And overcome and they oversteps
Just cause so many overslept
Don't mean the day is over with
That pie is filled with hopelessness
Ya blood and sweat it's coated with
The broke and overspent
Lower demands for just a poke of it
Don't accept favor from the hands they use to choke you with
Power won't concede from the hands that are holdin' it
Till you see your hands are just as mighty and appropriate
With five stones and God's aim I crack the skull and open it
See I can grab a mic rock a crowd just on showmanship
Or spit a style that bust you in your dome or just go over it
But if we don't flip the scene them acrobats don't hold for shit
Them weak bars ain't worth the big mouths you used to quote it with
Evaluate ya mind, take a glance who's controllin' it
Never let em undermine the value of the gold in it
Self-determination is the underlying goal of this
Take the music simply for what it is or just go grow with it

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