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You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
On terraces
Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?
Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, remarry it?
My sister say it's necessary on some Cleopatra -
My grandmama said nope, never, that it's sacrilege
Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging

The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas
It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama
The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord'll take a monster and fashion him a saint
I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't
Saying that He won't, when I know He will
You usually don't know it's you until you getting killed
For real

Dear Lord, have mercy
On the ones that go through life like it's a game
Dear Lord
I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same
'Cause people gonna lie
Some people gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to - where you live
Them people might try to have you killed
Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield
For real

I ain't never gave a -
I never did and never will
Live my life on principle
Keep it true, keep it real
Better said, I keep it trill
And no matter who don't like it, homie
That's just how it is
Naked truth like the stripper that's in front of me

And I keep a - and a Bible and a gun on me
(Why?) 'Cause I'm country-bred
Actually, I'm south-er-ern
Something like my brethren
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay some homage, it's an honor this
This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines -
Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get

This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a passion like 'Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it
You with me?

Dear Lord, have mercy
On the ones that go through life like it's a game
Dear Lord
I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same
'Cause people gonna lie
Some people gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to - where you live
Them people might try to have you killed
Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield
For real

I don't trust the church or the government; Democrat, Republican
Pope or a bishop or them other men
And I believe God has sustained me with rap
So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they can't kill a G, I seen how I die
I'm only going once, a coward dies a thousand times
Until that chariot come and take a - home
I'ma spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I'm gone