Glory

Glory Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah
Glory Glory Hallelujah

I've been on the bottom too long, I ain't trying to go up
They say a Native acting petty, I ain't trying to grow up
Took a kick on that rig, watched it almost blow up
When it comes to my sons I always show up
Love to see you struggle, hate to see you grinding
To this day trying to find the silver lining
Creepy ass bitch popping up like the Shining
Sloppy old slimers, still trying to slime him
Catch me in the vill, in the vill just vibing
Single father two boys was barely surviving
Fought for custody, never brought the tribe in
Now we're posing for pictures doing the Heisman
Oh you throwing jabs, well none of them landing
Taking L's in silence, something like salmon
Winning with my mind, Peyton Manning
Catch a Native hunting, loading that cannon
And I'm still bumping Cam'ron

Shout out to 2 essentialz, Homicidal Music,
Shout out to Craig Alloysius, Mike B, Stuckey
Ashes the Chosen, you already know lets go man

Got my son tattooed right under my heart
Grew up in an open boat freezing under the tarp
Made All State just playing my part
And I did it all with Asthma delayed from the start
Glory Glory, take it back to the park
Wolves smell blood and will tear you apart
For 8 months straight been circling the drain
Still a long way from fortune and fame
They scorching a lame, throwing dirt on my name
I'm forcing a change, just working through pain
They thought I'd break but I kept on smiling
Even though Council wants me off that island
Even though a Native barely surviving
Sorry I can't always respond with silence
Look at what it cost him, can't get my mind on the right track
No longer giving up it's time to fight back

Shout out to Eleven the Artist, Redd Dot, Clay, Doz, T-Mac
Tell them woes that we back, Rhyme Different, Hell Razors,
Marc Brown, Robby Cee with the graphics

Mask on, Mask off
Kakashi Sensei
Nah I'm playing
Ana basee to all my natives and Ana basee to all the ladies
Ya'll already know, Let's get it
Shout out to Mad Mike from On Fire,
Kenny D, Chessar and all the professors
Never gonna take credit for something that I'm supposed to be doing
So Quincy
Shout out to everybody who helped along the way (Jeremiah)
It's my job to raise my children
Let's raise some funds for the Missing Murdered Indigenous Women
We tearing down the building (yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Ian Marks
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