EXALT
We at the bottom in the slums and the ghettos
With a 1001 problems, yet we praise His name
From picking cotton for slave masters
Who were rotten to the core
Though we poor, still we gon sing
We have forgotten our origin
We are more than mortal men
When we all exalt His name
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
The truth they hid it by refusing to admit it
They have all purchased a ticket to the final show
Feeling they were special 'cause they on a higher level
Yet, they only play a minor role
Every story needs a villain and hero, fasho
Since an infant they done lynched us
Child killers, Pharaoh threw us in the Nile River
Nowadays, we drown ourselves in dark and white liquor
Hope to drink the pain away but nah it doesn't fadeaway
We cannot forget that our babies they were gator bait
Hearts blacker than the ace of spades
Sold unto our enemies but nonetheless we gave Him praise
Wade through the water
Singing Kumbaya in the field made us stronger
Back then we were together, Modern Era, we on corners
Posted up like Olujawon
What you expect? We products of our environment
Trapped like lab rats in an experiment
Pinky and the Brain it all ends the same for the arrogant
But the meek, the earth they will inherit
Ain't no credit check or prerequisite except having the Spirit
Set-apart from the womb as we bloom
In the concrete jungles of this dark Egyptian tomb
The fear of Pharaoh and his government I am immune
Like Fred Hampton rather Samson with the bone of a mule
HalaluYah
We at the bottom in the slums and the ghettos
With a 1001 problems, yet we praise His name
From picking cotton for slave masters
Who were rotten to the core
Though we poor, still we gon sing
We have forgotten our origin
We are more than mortal men
When we all exalt His name
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
We at the bottom in the slums and the ghettos
With a 1001 problems, yet we praise His name
From picking cotton for slave masters
Who were rotten to the core
Though we poor, still we gon sing
We have forgotten our origin
We are more than mortal men
When we all exalt His name
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
With a 1001 problems, yet we praise His name
From picking cotton for slave masters
Who were rotten to the core
Though we poor, still we gon sing
We have forgotten our origin
We are more than mortal men
When we all exalt His name
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
The truth they hid it by refusing to admit it
They have all purchased a ticket to the final show
Feeling they were special 'cause they on a higher level
Yet, they only play a minor role
Every story needs a villain and hero, fasho
Since an infant they done lynched us
Child killers, Pharaoh threw us in the Nile River
Nowadays, we drown ourselves in dark and white liquor
Hope to drink the pain away but nah it doesn't fadeaway
We cannot forget that our babies they were gator bait
Hearts blacker than the ace of spades
Sold unto our enemies but nonetheless we gave Him praise
Wade through the water
Singing Kumbaya in the field made us stronger
Back then we were together, Modern Era, we on corners
Posted up like Olujawon
What you expect? We products of our environment
Trapped like lab rats in an experiment
Pinky and the Brain it all ends the same for the arrogant
But the meek, the earth they will inherit
Ain't no credit check or prerequisite except having the Spirit
Set-apart from the womb as we bloom
In the concrete jungles of this dark Egyptian tomb
The fear of Pharaoh and his government I am immune
Like Fred Hampton rather Samson with the bone of a mule
HalaluYah
We at the bottom in the slums and the ghettos
With a 1001 problems, yet we praise His name
From picking cotton for slave masters
Who were rotten to the core
Though we poor, still we gon sing
We have forgotten our origin
We are more than mortal men
When we all exalt His name
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
We at the bottom in the slums and the ghettos
With a 1001 problems, yet we praise His name
From picking cotton for slave masters
Who were rotten to the core
Though we poor, still we gon sing
We have forgotten our origin
We are more than mortal men
When we all exalt His name
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
Bless up, bless up, HalaluYah
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