Friends of Sinners - Live Session (Interlude) Lyrics

I keep my ear to God when I hear him speak
You're about to kill it
You're about to kill it this time
One, two, one, two, three

Yeah, yeah
One more time
One, two, three
One more time, I'm sorry

Yeah, it's nice
You feel what I'm saying
Yeah
Dang, I hope I ain't lose it

I'm praying I ain't lose it
One, two, three
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

Yeah
Aye
See the world through my new perspective
I'm blessed with second chances and some learned lessons

New state of mind ain't nothing like the world expected
My brother was a victim of the Smith and Wesson
The only thing they took from him was a necklace
There's princes on the streets and they running reckless

Before they took your pops, I wish he would've checked you
Straight shots hit the baby's bruh we don't respect you
I keep my ear to God when I hear him speak

Stomp the devil's neck, keep him underneath
Cause you know I got it out the streets
I keep a lot of praise inside of me
I do it for the team cause I'm on it

Ye to the top cause I'm focused
I keep a lot of praise inside of me
I stomp the devil's neck, keep him underneath
I could write a whole book about what they said

They kicked me out, they left Dub for dead
But I smartened up, switched they plans, chose life instead
See, I got hungry and I like the bread
Growing up for me, it wasn't always just pies and cake

Though in the hood, I survived the hate
The trials and tribulations make me have to stop and pray
The road is narrow and they blocked the way
But I keep moving

Come on baby, bring the fight
They can throw me in a tunnel, I still be the light
I want people to make it over just like I did
So when I crossed, I went back and I rebuilt the bridge

Now look, I still got some ways to go
A big dude, but I still got some room to grow
Got the mentality, still got a movement going
I'm in a fast lane, y'all still moving slow

Hey, the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
And the more that we hate, we tighten the noose
Now we ain't slaves, but we do carry chains
The lies on the mic and the kids feel the pain

It's like the critics do nothing
What
They point and they blame
They getting younger and younger, y'all

Man, it's a shame
Mothers are hurt, widows are made
She's crying for him, they took him away
Now she has to pick up where you fell

Like the post office is closed, we have no mail(males)
Look, Junior didn't have you on the team
So he gives your love to his gang banging team
And baby girl didn't have you pops

So she gives your love to all the boys on the block
And my brain won't stop looking
I keep thinking high school class clown from a third grade genius
Look, where did it go

The thirst for knowledge
I guess it's cool now to say skip college
I guess the boy lost
Or is it a victim's way of thought

Getting money is what they cost until they pay the fatal cost
In jail is where my cousin Holly would be
In the NBA is where my cousin could be
And I'm another victim that I couldn't get in time