Prodigal Sunn - Godz People lyrics

(Intro: 60 Second Assa**in) Chill, man, chill, g! See you don't know what's going on, man I see right now, you don't know what's happening There it go, there it go (Chorus 2X: 60 Second Assa**in) Our common enemy, commonly known, check the rules (What - type - of man) The only difference between them, is me and you (Tell - the - truth) It be the tricks the devil pull, you don't exist (This - is - scam) So don't expect no help from them, Godz People (No - one's - do) (Interlude: 60 Second Assa**in) A black man's vote means nothing today By any and all means necessery They done turned it around on us And left us poor folks behind And want us to swallow up the legislature And your paper, where I don't think that the truth Can satisfy the human race I said it before and I'll say it again The Devil has scored a point on God's court It's at the top of the 9th inning And our people must step up to home plate I need a team, I need a team To move with one mind I need a team, to move with one body One soul, I need a team, I need a team (Armel) What else can be said? I'm first to admit My people's f**ing hard head, and soon to be dead I brings to my eyes to see a young black man die And don't know why (It's a shame) Who's to blame, the player or the game? If things don't change (we all lose) You can lead the horse to water, but you can't make him drink So why you actin' like (sh** don't stink) (Sharecka) Ain't no comparison' to what we do Weed, enough bread and from the struggle, scuff bumps And rumbles, poverty and hunger Sodomy, child abuse, if adults don't teach the youth Then what's the use? This ain't got Nothing to do with sales, it's the truth And the message from me to you, hoping it'll see you through They should build and be the rule, and droppin' j**els a must Ain't no justice, it's 'just us' Government f**in' business up Yeah, y'all fed up, get a dick to s** If my n***az fall down, I'mma pick 'em up First move, foundation, what? (Prodigal Sunn) Yeah, I keeps it straight up 12 O'Clock, since back in the days Macks and trades, and roam away from the PJ such Where it take checks, no tolerance for disrespect Face mask, noodies woodies, berettas and techs Young cats up in the discotecque, chin check vets Triple threat, through the system they fret Through Knowledge, Wisdom, overstand, collect Mad respect to my fams, all my mans, all the world that I met Now I'm a grown man, movin' with the plans of a winner Fightin' with the snakes, realest tenors k**in' for the thriller with thinner Brick face, on the hunt for dinner We set it on, contenders pretenders Beginners trynna stop the agenda Heavy hitters on the grind, like Brenda's Go hard to the grain, baby, never surrender Play the scene like black marbles Never will I follow a man, due to my self Rather train, bus, dollar van (what type of man) (Chorus to end)