Soul Food

I knew, i kinda pieced together what they was kinda trying to say man
Because in a way, god is everything, yaknowhati'msayin? he he he workin
Through them crackers to save us, in a sense, knowhati'msayin? the evil
That they do. i mean he made the devil, you understand whati'msayin?
So the evil that they do it it, i mean knowhati'msayin, it's only
Supposed to bring something outta us in a way, ya understand, so is it
Bad, understand whati'msayin? is it bad that they are the way they are
Because it it it's helping us it's it's opening our eyes to some things,
Yaknowhati'msayin?

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed

Cuz', you know me, givin' me left hand dap
P-funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some
Soul in my bread basket gap contain "x" marks the spot
Twain, o.c. the cut layin'
A stew of empty gas in my tank
A buck thirty lookin' ugly - think, but it ain't gonna stop no show
Ol' burd puttin a buzz in you ear
"it's gonna snow" or maybe perhaps sleet
Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake
Lookin' like mr. fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie
Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo'
You leavin' the hotel - 254

Today was good to me
I went to the goodwill with the ten dollar bill
Got that london fog out tha back paid tha man
Me and khujo and t-boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose
Cut your ass lo like cee, be under tha water
Half these figures around me be hollering newt
Now what the fuck has this politician did for you
Complain, complain but mr. clampett ain't gon' change
Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out
I heard bill put two g's up for some folks
That they found in they house beat up
And i don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on
Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone
See, i wonder will i walk tha streets in 1995
And not have to make bond from 254
Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166
I can't see where tha fuck i'm going, i can't do shit but get mad
I can't keep get billie and his uncle out my fuckin' goodie bag...

Without your shank you can't thank
Without your niggas you up the creek
Stank with a ass fool of ore takin' what i say for what it's worth
It don't matter cuz how i feel might be triggered
From thoughts i had in the past
Now i struggle to reach the sky why try so hard
If all i'ma get is spit on
Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin on shit
But some of these folks is gettin rich
I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through
The same drama that got me here in this state of mind...
Red-hot in the summer time

First of all, i stand a little more than five feet tall
But we can still brawl nigga, i ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't know or can't see
That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly
But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal
I will split yo' ass up for real
Cause we the maniacs with the chunky goodie sac's
So i don't carry an ax, but i still swing low with the lumber jax trax
Are being made by organo-i-z-e
Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin paid
For chillin, illin' willin' to do what i got to do
To come thru your speaker
Cee-lo, he will never come weaker
Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today
Because i'm more than careful about what i say
When i pick up a microphone it's on
Them better leave me alone, i'm in my zone
Prone to snap if you offer me a chance
Like it when them chunky hoes can dance
I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, i do not slip
I can't forget my nigga's jo, t-mo, and gipp
Ha, ha, ha, well great scott, is he a thief?
It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth
I smile because your eyes can't take the glare
But cee-lo, him don't care, i cut off all my hair
And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place
And i can get on the mic wit no time to waste
Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste
And when i'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace
How you don't comprehend what i'm saying to you
And i'm the c, the double e from the goodie mo crew
I'm coming thru, i'm comin' true, ooh i can't even stop
It's cee-lo b, i'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga mike l
And bert p and my nigga pretty ken, you know he down wit me
We from atlanta, g-a, that is where we stay
I'm diggin all in the goodie bag each 'n ever day
Ooooh shit!!

We sit back
And watch, for the bullshit
Cause you know it's comin *know it's comin... know it's comin..*
*you know it's comin... you know it's...*

Sometimes words are enough to kill over
Thanksgiving didn't give
So what should i hope for
I keep on looking fo job
But job seems not to like me
What else my doors kick off the hedges
Somebody just fill they christmas list
Off me and tha family
And damn i just miss them
Felt like i've been raped
A figures been through my drawers
Always read tha times in between tha black
Spent my summers in that country
So i consider myself a jack
Some left this world by putting bullets in they head
But little johnnie across the street
Hung hisself from his bunk-bed
Had to go to court in tha mornin'
Nothing hard about it
My little partner was just scared
How scared gipp that scared

When i was b-gee
Used to think i couldn't be hit
None of my homies carried guns
All i had was a stick
Coming out hard was the way from day one
One of the smallest muthafuckers in the crew
But you knew and feel the type of niggas that kill
Be the ones that's out to prove something
To them other niggers cause
They already know the outcome
What's going down at the party
So many fine hoes nobody knows why
We buck, i guess we up in a rut
Looking for but at the same time
Up in the flame supporting girls up in the game
Out to get a piece of what the system
Has designed black folks to struggle for
So i bust, so much to deal with
Can't feel what's real from fake
For my sake i stay close to home
So them crackers don't take and
Never give back to my hood
In desperate need of change
Be this way to
We arrage it to be fit me
Growing up on sesame street

Can you feel, what i feel?
Can you hear, what i hear?
Can you see what i see?
When ma feet hit the streets
What chu know?
What chu know?
About sesame street?

Georgia power wants to put me in the dark
But one spark
I see sammy streak to ma spot
In this red fred sanford truck undercover
But he geela folks fo da class "a" substances narcotics
Ole shought stopping ask?
Can be "shock-ca-locka"?
Um to mad to be scared
So for the price if you go it
Like that to be the boss you gladly pay it
An arm and a leg i'd be lying if i say i ain't
Need no help, can't do it by myself
It's raining sesame
Cause it's only so much time left in this crazy world
Mates in prison guards life with a hamma
So excuse ma grammar
Behind the walls of atlanta, federal penn
The tait on "fred stock" the cell blox wit no c.o.'s
Equipped with radios

The system is fraud and the security camera
Now have we an eyeball on it yet
The second stage denied
I wonder if i get another trial

Remember me from way back in the days
Lived right around the corner from benjamin mays
I'm amazed that we made it this far
A po black family is all that we are
Wishing upon a star
For a trace of happiness
My mama do her best but she ain't making no progresss
Maybe it's a test that we all gotta pass
My situations making me grow too fast
13 and a half years old standing at the bus stop
Alone in the cold on my way to be degraded
For a fee to help get my family off this streeet called sesame

Can you feel, what i feel?
Can you hear, what i hear?
Can you see what i see?
When ma feet hit the streets
What chu know?
What chu know?
About sesame street?

Lock the doors.....!!!!

Intro/chorus: cee-lo

It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same
Helpin the enemy win the game
If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste
Blood is a terrible thing to waste

(big gipp)

In my flip-flops and socks, i walk blocks confused
Cos my nose ain't right, my sight blind
Smoke, need somethin from my toke
More than half my folk vying for the juice of cooked goose
In the city of disgust, nuttin new blew in
But almost left your bed, yet i said....
My mind back home, i roam the path in the trees
I give my ankles in the mud for my blood, what happened was
Something for the ill-minded, even though you're true
Your feet can't fit in my shoes, i got red in my eyes
My old man still don't understand why
The things i do, the way i think
A hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-low's
Specialisin in the greenery
Code name: cardwell, so what's real?
I still float the sidewalks of abbotsville
Consume smoke with my folks on the low-lean
Blew dixie hill to get a little more pote'
And if ya can't find none of the goodie in the veins
Of the atl, try the wood or the trail

(cee-lo)

I try to make sense outta nonsense each and every day
I got to cos things is kinda crazy round the way
Each word that i say may cut you like a knife
And totally influence and change somebody life
Who me? i'm 19, and best to have seen
What i already seen
Life taught me a lot
That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot
Ain't gotta be no jacker for offense from the high
A liquor store on every corner that you walk by
I watch my niggas die for no reasons
In my neighbourhood ain't nothin changed but the seasons
Them crackers don't give a fuck, then again why should they
They evil from their head to they toes so how could they
You could say, the biggest problem in the black community is lack of unity
I love you but i ain't gon' let you pray for me
So if you must shed blood so be it
The end is comin i can see it
Yeah, the end is comin i can see it.....
It's in the blood

(t-bu)

Me look at myself and say "damn!"
I use to rock cascade at night and east bound
But now i sit back and take a pull
Take out my pin, i'm ready to get a beer, wet, i ???? ????
I'm ready to pay my dues, fool
Why choose to trump me, i never did shit but you label me the outkast
So even if i was to blast on your punk ass
It wouldn't change my opinion of a customer
That i was to serve like a bird over on the south west side
And this side better be rollin thick
It's that g-double o-d-i-e m-o-b to infinity ballin
Huh, and callin da wild, cos i don't smile
I keep a grim look and bust a *?poor 6-0 cars?*
Out in their yard without a strap ain't cool
You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, fool
No time for weep, incomplete, my story ain't told to glorify no glory
I lost my sister age nine doin a crime for a hustle
So she died lookin for that muscle
You wonder why i acts how i do, quiet-type
So i might strike any minute, fool....
Step into zone 3, see
South west atlanta up in this motherfucker deep
Don't sleep, you all, in my cabin braggin
But i can't hear or see see clear
Cos we all on the outside, we're pimpin or homicide
Already so many resting in peace but i can't sleep til i can believe
I'm ready to die for my cause
I'm good cos i'm true to my blood

(khujo)

I'll blast for my family, don't be mad at me
Was it because i didn't finish c-o-double l-e-g-e?
There's only a punk ass army down while you're harassin me
Stop takin me thru episode after episode
The reason why i ???? ???? is to keep on punching holes
In the wall, i had dreams i played ball
Wit the pros, i pop punts and field goals
Droppin them fat guv's in the weight room
Had, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole
Now i'm wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with
Bays a left at campbelltown plaza, *?foo-ti and c's?* and ol' south
Oh yeah, i borrow rollerscott tissue when it's sun, and paper
Completes my grocery list, proceded to my ol' bird
In the kitchen cookin chitlins
Pre-setting the eggs, the fish, the grits, that hit the spot
But this morning i had to punch the clock
Whether it be sittin off in the hills of dixie
Witta pocket full of rocks that icey
Creole, you talkin to me? ettering bastard, put it down on paper
I put a thermal couple of two on 'burnt out on capers'
Everytime the rubber buck, it was like plus-fools hit from a potented salt
Scab a-rab, many hoes suckin on your nuts
That's why i'm stealin your death right now because
Later on you might leave me hangin
Is it the noose rhyme on people's necks when already tangin
Tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am i
To tell you to stop, but don't be bringin that nonsense
In these hills, brass bop benz in my grill
All the way, confederate man you thought it was fuck ????
You ladies are real ready, it's janky
On edge, it's in the kill
The beast in you divided who? me from him?
You gotta chance but it's slim, it's slim
Just walked out the door but yet and still
You want some ole 9-7-6 gab, slab by slab
Broke my community down to its knees
Deep burgundy, haemmorage and internally....
B-l-o-o-d.....

Hmm, yeah, uhh

Outro/chorus: cee-lo

It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same
You helpin the enemy win the game
If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste
You're blood is a terrible thing to waste

It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same
You helpin the enemy win the game
If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste
You're blood is a terrible thing to waste
We all blood.....

*knock knock knock* who izit?
Hey man, it's straight shoota man
Man how many times bro?
Hit me three times man, let me see them talkin
Aight
Aight brutha
*boom*
This is the red dog police department!
Just get on the ground!
Get down and get your god damn!
Get your hands across your head!
Get your god damn hands...

When the scene unfolds
Young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any tom, dick, and hank
Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes
Hollin they got rank
See sega aint in this new world order
Dem experimenting in atlanta, georgia
United nations, overseas
They trained assassins to do search and seize
Aint knocking or asking
Dem coming for niggas like me
Po' white trash, like they
Tricks like her back in slavery
Concentration camps lace with gas pipes lines
Inferno's outdoors like they had back
When adolf hitler was living in 1945
Listen to me now, believe me
Later on in the future look it up
Where they say it? aint no more constitution
In the event of a race war
Places like operation heartbreak hotel
Moments tear until air tight vents seat off despair
Dem say expect no mercy
Foot you should be my least worries got to deal with
Where my w-2's, 1099's
Unmarked black helicopters swoop down
And try to put missiles in mines

Who's that peeking in my window
Pow nobody now

Me and my family moved in our apartment complex
A gate with the serial code was put up next
The claim that this community is so drug free
But it don't look that way to me cause i can see
The young bloods hanging out at the sto 24/7
Junkies looking got a hit of the blo it's powerful
Oh you know what else they tryin to do
Make a curfew especially for me and you the traces of the new world order
Time is getting shorter if we don't get prepared
People it's gone be a slaughter
My mind won't allow me to not be curious
My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious
But every now and then, i wonder
If the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our ass in

Who's that peeking in my window
Pow nobody now

Listen up little niggaz i'm talking to you
About what yo little ass need to be going through
I fall a victim too and i know i shouldn't smoke so much
But i do with the crew everybody on the average 'bout 4 or 5
I'm lucky to be alive at sunrise now i realize the cost
After i lost my best friend bean i recognize as a king
Who am i to tell you to stop smokin
Now you're open to disease and colds
And aint 16 years old, this shit has got to stop
Let's take a walk through detox
I want outta this hold i'm in a cell under attack
Loc up folks they in the hood, got an eye on every move
I make open your face to info you aint know
Cause it's kept low how the new world plan
Reeks the planet without the black man

So what's your angle, try to separate me from the blood
Is disrespect like coming in my home and not
Wiping your feet on tha rug
The citron absolut has got me bucking no hang with no phony
Lookout for the man with tha mask and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by reign
Tag my skin with your computer chip
Run your hand over tha scanner to buy you dish now
No more fishing for your fish
Kiss tha days of tha old days past ways gone
Mind blown, conception, protection
My name on your selections but i caught you coming pow!

Who's that peeking in my window
Pow nobody now

My old boy from the point
But i'm from southwest and every
Now and then i get put to the test
But i can't be stopped
Cause i gotta come true ain't go no gun
But i got my crew
Didn't come fro no beef cause i don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy
Not covered in too much
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical
Every last thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When i was sick mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in that morning
Headed back to tha woods
Now i'm full as tick
Got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain
I haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from mo-joes
Got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next

Southern fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus i'm getting pimped by this temp lady jackie
From optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me
Like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard
Trick hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my eyes
Get to see the sun rise
To get further away from where i've been
But i'll never gorget everythang i went through
I appreciate the shit because
If i hada went and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga that i am today
Everythang that i did
Different thangs i was told
Just ended up being tood for my soul

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Sunday morning where you reating at?
I'm on 1365 wichita drive
Ole' burd working the stove ride
Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this quart of mickey's
Last night hanging over from a good time
Yeah beef is cheaper but
It's pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy legs
Wish i could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient
Spaghetty plus her monthly flow
They know they making it hard on the yard
Fuck chris darden, fuck marsha clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day i see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at lenox from the outside
With a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep
As i speak wuz up from the driver seat

A heaping helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collard greens
Too big for my jeans
Somke steams from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had allot but thankful for
The little that i got why not be
Fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they sick
By trying to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the lord taht my voice was recordable
Come an get your soul food well well..
Hold up c it's what i write
And miss lady acting like we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit that door
With a mind full of attitude
It was a line at tha beautiful
Jj's ribshack was packed too
Looking to be one of dem days
When momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha family
Looking for a little soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

One million niggaz inside...
You can't break me even though you try
One million niggaz inside...
Even though you hit me with everything you got
One million niggaz inside...
I still found truth even though you lied
One million niggaz inside...
When the rest are runnin' on instinct

Let me tell you somethin real
Plenty niggas sittin in jail just to eat a decent meal
But see the rest they running on instinct
And the way they treat me today like they shit don't stank
Make me mad a fuck and fo' dat
A million niggas want to tear alanta up
This that shit like to see
A gang of niggas working together
To put the devil straight to sleep
We sendin' his ass to the grave ain't no such thang
As a nineteen-ninety-five slave
You brought that shit on yo'self
But fo' me from the beginning a fucked-up hand was already dealt
I used to trust in my preacher
But now a days my mac-11 is my one and only teacher
Seems like youwould listen to reasons
I guess atlanta nuts are too deep in season
I went to jail fo' the cause and to black police
Wouldn't give 'em the sweat off my fuckin' balls
Suckin' on the devil's dick already kissin his ass fo a ten dolla' raise
Bitch beat me down fo' some petty cash, smilin' in my face
As the beast looked and laughed...o.m.n.i.

One million niggaz inside...
You can't break me even though you try
One million niggaz inside...
Even though you hit me with everything you got
One million niggaz inside...
I still found truth even though you lied
One million niggaz inside...
When the rest are runnin' on instinct

On my nerves instinct has takin' over
Which is makin' me move slower so i don't miss shit
So i don't get too high when i had to trust ya
You betrayed the crew and i had to bust ya
Wanna come back and take you
Worried about the wrong thang this paper aint' gon' set you far
They 'bout to start the revolution to let you knew where tey are
And where they stand they got the upper hand
Listen to the swat's, let me tell ya how it is man
You got close and you realize what it is
We fighting each other in the streets of each
And you live and learn day by day
It could get worse, picture me driving a hearse on the day after
Hit a joint from a kid that i saw that didn't notice me on the street
War was the vibe now i'm locked in this time
One million niggas inside...

One million niggaz inside...
You can't break me even though you try
One million niggaz inside...
Even though you hit me with everything you got
One million niggaz inside...
I still found truth even though you lied
One million niggaz inside...
When the rest are runnin' on instinct
Ain't no mo' you, ain't no mo' me
It's only us but no unity
Got yo' eyes open still can't see
You' soul is priceless but you'll die for free

Is it you don't know? is it they don't show?
If it is, then realize them crackers don't owe you no explanation
Yo' hesitation to learn the truth will be yo' extermination
That's why we gotta put the bullshit to rest
Excuse me, i'm 'bout to get some shit off my chest
Niggas is still dying it aint' no excuse
A.i.d.s. got it where the niggas can't reproduce
Niggas don't wanna listen when you tell it like it is
Can't even get his own cause you worried 'bout his
Regardless where you from i'm your got-damn brother
We ain't never ever gon' make it without each other
Seek and you'll find but we gon' stay lost until...
One million niggas inside this frame of mind...

One million niggaz inside...
You can't break me even though you try
One million niggaz inside...
Even though you hit me with everything you got
One million niggaz inside...
I still found truth even though you lied
One million niggaz inside...
When the rest are runnin' on instinct

Blue skies, sweatin' hot rain, watching the floors fall is the game
Seeing one side of the federal building gone from the car
Came the storm right streets to garnett filled to the curb
No where to go but lovejoy, can't exit off here
Got me trapped on your high concrete want me to speak
Took away mosley and maddox for the weekend
Kept me on your one way streets
For the arrestee show no pity, siege be under the city
Hidden eyes on poles that light my path

Mutant is the mind frame, one million nigga's showed up at your door
To get it on, with the new clan coming live...from tha omni...

One million niggaz inside...
You can't break me even though you try
One million niggaz inside...
Even though you hit me with everything you got
One million niggaz inside...
I still found truth even though you lied
One million niggaz inside...
When the rest are runnin' on instinct

I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would
All these years of strugglin'
Were never understood
Now my eyes are open and i can clearly see
We didn't die for nothin' cuz we're finally free
I'm so happy

My grand be gone after a 103 years of blood sweat and pain
And never complained
The last words that the nurse heard was the song she sang
Died tired of this living thing
Most i knew never made it to drinking age
Sometimes i fight gipp
Should i spend or should i hold on for what tomorrow brings
Fly ain't that roll egg, so many lips in my head
Seeing some act up from one tste out the cup
Can't build me up to cut me down
Gipp is in your game, but gipp won't play your game
In the day after...

I been this way since birth
Heaven upon sent a newborn to tell it like he see it
No lies thru the eyes of an angel suggest you don't table
Every angle be obtuse, ain't no truce, it's war
It won't stop, to compromise wouldn't stop the bloodsheddin'
It's armageddon in the streets of each inner city
Ain't takin' no pity on this unjust callin' it trust
I'm on the bus starin' out of a window
Thankin' 'bout them happy days i had
Over the summer growin' up fast to face life and harsh realities
That come wit the territody didn't know when i was young
So many get hung to hang
Take away the bad and bring back
The good that die mostly over bullshit
Takin' a gun and pulled it on an innocent friend of mine
That could have been yours
How can i stop the war and all the crime inside the minds that's
Programmed to destroy
From the beginning when will it end...
On the day after judgement will i be ready

I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would
All these years of strugglin'
Were never understood
Now my eyes are open and i can clearly see
We didn't die for nothin' cuz we're finally free
I'm so happy

Meant i'd be spoiled rotten
A fin here a fin there but receipts please
For my feet i need... a new pair of hi rollin'
But the car ain't stolen
Pistol still smokin' from herndon homin' in on somebody
Gotta pay for restitution with heavily on my mind
Free fom mental debris hose me down
There my physical trame lay returnin' to its rightful place
A quest for forgiveness answer...
The death toll talley but my soul was spared
How is your prepared medium rare if you dare disobey
Well done race you the last one to orion star
Smellin' like shit in a glass jar
The bomb light years away from earth secure a space for my family
The mother of my first conceived and all the weak relatives
I hurt only...when i laugh
On display afta judge none careless atmosphere
Opportunity knockin' answer it knewin you would
Good thangs come to those dat wait...
Took a los on church strait
The nifty fifth whut better place
Fo' mo enenmy to hide than behind religion
Done gee seen on i pray for you but i won't follow you to yo end

I know of a place not too far away
That maybe you and i can both go someday
But i gotta make sure cause i ain't tryin' to stay here
Don't y'all realize that the end is so near
But don't have fear cause you still got time
I hope you wanna come when i'm done with the rhyme
Let me explain so you won't claim you didn't know
And you can make sure that this is where you wanna go
It's all about preparing yourself for the return
And a trip to your soul is the only way you'll learn
But if you choose not to go that ain't my concern
I guess in hell you'll just have to burn
The devil tell lies and try to trick yo soul to receive it
They tell you that my lord ain't coming' back and you believe it
Regardless if you listen to me
In the end we'll see...

I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would
All these years of strugglin'
Were never understood
Now my eyes are open and i can clearly see
We didn't die for nothin' cuz we're finally free
I'm so happy