Young Buck - Son Of God lyrics

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Young Buck - Son Of God lyrics

I'm just a son of God I shall evolve I'm in tune with the earth listening to stars The holy spirit you can quote it from me I ain't even write this the higher power wrote it for me Just another scripture out that dog bible This that dog motivation I carry the title They want you blindfolded my third eye opened Hope for the hopeless, voice of the voiceless If you don't know nothing else you better stay focused So if you don't know nothing else you don't know nothing I don't do this music just to try to say you something Motherf**er I'm really tryin' to tell you something Question, you listening for beats or the f**ing swag I'm a different kind of rapper I don't need to brag No rap gimmicks, no facade, no fake image I'm God's child made in his image Yeah I'm thinking God was a black man I roll with morals men mortals wouldn't understand Damn, do your history and you will see The first man on the earth looks just like me My people powerfull beyond belief But they don't fear God they fear the police And that judge and that black robe Lock me in the black hole take my black soul Rap is commercial now they got rid of the black soul From the car creek my mama raised a black raw I can achieve anything And you ain't even asking no questions believe in anything Sick a n***a s**ing or driving all over my flat screen Same old sh** ain't nobody saying a damn thing Corrupting these young minds feeding them lies They fear truth we the one the industry been trying to hide My only fear of d**h is reincarnation Heart of a soldier with a brain to teach a whole nation Still I rise to the oca**ion Failure's never been an option wasn't part of the equation And I can hear Pac's voice raining down from the heavens I'm the last outlaw lucky number 7 I made this sight for complete only write I complete the mission Now I fully understand what he was really kicking Carried a torch of a movement leading soldiers We outlawz it ain't never gonna be easy for us Voice of the underdogs raised on a curve We will never get the love or the credit we deserve When you carrying a burden and the truth that the devil close by But I ain't fell apart from the track thanks to the most high Carrying the burden of truth the devil close by Outlaw sinners forever it will never die

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