Jay Electronica - Fruits of the Spirit lyrics
[Jay Electronica - Fruits of the Spirit lyrics]
Uh, I snap on the track
Like the fingers of Thanos
Como también nosotros perdonamos
A los que nos ofenden
It's all love, all Wimbledon with the pen
then all I have in this world
Is my flag and my sword
I'm on a battlefield with the flag of my Lord
My shahāda is my cantada
My heart chakra light up when
I make sajdah at fajr
Padre nuestro, que estás en El Cielo
Our heavenly father like Vince Staples said
We just wadin' in the water
My people out in Flint still
Bathin' in the slaughter
ICE out here rippin' families
Apart at the border
Satan struck Palestine with
Yet another mortar lies from the reporters
Ass shots and stripper poles for
The eyes of my daughter, hm
Swing low sweet chariot
My train is on schedule
But, I had to take the
Underground Railroad like Harriet
Weave the whole industry
Every jab I've parried it
My cross I carried it
My crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth
The orbit was too wide
To calculate the azimuth
The journey was technically unexplainable
Hazardous
Rise, young gods, all paths lead to Lazarus
The dry bones that lifted up
From the valley dust
The prayers of the slaves are
The wings that carry us
A field full of dreams is where
They tried to bury us (Bury us)
Like the fingers of Thanos
Como también nosotros perdonamos
A los que nos ofenden
It's all love, all Wimbledon with the pen
then all I have in this world
Is my flag and my sword
I'm on a battlefield with the flag of my Lord
My shahāda is my cantada
My heart chakra light up when
I make sajdah at fajr
Padre nuestro, que estás en El Cielo
Our heavenly father like Vince Staples said
We just wadin' in the water
My people out in Flint still
Bathin' in the slaughter
ICE out here rippin' families
Apart at the border
Satan struck Palestine with
Yet another mortar lies from the reporters
Ass shots and stripper poles for
The eyes of my daughter, hm
Swing low sweet chariot
My train is on schedule
But, I had to take the
Underground Railroad like Harriet
Weave the whole industry
Every jab I've parried it
My cross I carried it
My crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth
The orbit was too wide
To calculate the azimuth
The journey was technically unexplainable
Hazardous
Rise, young gods, all paths lead to Lazarus
The dry bones that lifted up
From the valley dust
The prayers of the slaves are
The wings that carry us
A field full of dreams is where
They tried to bury us (Bury us)