Z-Ro, Jennifer Taylor - My Sermon lyrics
[Z-Ro, Jennifer Taylor - My Sermon lyrics]
Z-Ro, Z-Ro
24 up in this game
And I don't own a damn thang
Just a bunch of bags receiving blows
Trying to maintain dealing with insanity
Probably dumping demanding me
Started out at a slow pace
Now I'm losing it rapidly
Trying to keep my faith in God
But my spirit is scarred
I wanna do it but if I do it
I won't wake up to the Lord i'm living hard
Ain't nobody giving me no handouts
Since I'm one deep I get all the attention
Therefor I stand out
Now everybody know, I don't socialize keeping
To myself
Cause partnas might be bad to my health
Coming around
When I got a few ends when a nigga broke
They chunk the deuce
That's what they grooving
Mr z-Ro staying home alone
Kicking it with my plastic or chrome
Until I find peace, I continue to roam
I just wanna be left alone
Let me make it 'fore I snap this is my sermon
I'm a preacher, bitch this is deeper than rap
Sinning tripping, on this ghetto life
No one understands the life of the fast
Ain't no sense in, trying to close my eyes
Cause out this ghetto
I know that I must rise
Let me clear throat
So I can tell you about this life of sin
I hope that you can cope
We killing eachother to make some divid-ends
I don't wanna sound crazy
But I'll make you push up daisies
You better give it up give it up
Give it to me let me clear throat
Even though I don't want to
I'm hustling all night long
I had to learn the ropes
I got nickels and dimes
And 20's and halves, and even whole zones
I won't sell to no undercover
I'm gonna let my mack 10 stutter
You better give it up give it up
I gotta stay free
I done lost all of my old school fools
To the bullet trigga happy motherfuckers
Catch a beatdown grip the trigger and pull it
Staying high, elevated above the stress
Hoping God blessed a familiar face
Might slug my vest
And ever since the days, of a little child
Sported a frown
Like it was going out of style
Adolescence to juvenile, to a grown man
Innocent Christian
Till I woke up with the blood on my on hand
God please, forgive me for sinning
I'm on a mission
Gotta do something about it
Fuck bitching with a vivid vision of prison
I'm paranoid, walking through the graveyard
On my knees screaming
Release me from the demon mighty savior
The pain is major I've been hurting so long
I'd rather be wet when I'm depressed
Cause I don't even know what's wrong
I just wanna be left alone
Let me make it 'fore I snap this is my sermon
I'm a preacher, bitch it's deeper than rap
Sinning tripping, sinning tripping
Z-Ro, Z-Ro - 2x
Sinning tripping, sinning tripping y-e-eah
Cause out this ghetto
I know that I must rise
No one understands the life of the fast
Z-Ro, Z-Ro, Z-Ro
24 up in this game
And I don't own a damn thang
Just a bunch of bags receiving blows
Trying to maintain dealing with insanity
Probably dumping demanding me
Started out at a slow pace
Now I'm losing it rapidly
Trying to keep my faith in God
But my spirit is scarred
I wanna do it but if I do it
I won't wake up to the Lord i'm living hard
Ain't nobody giving me no handouts
Since I'm one deep I get all the attention
Therefor I stand out
Now everybody know, I don't socialize keeping
To myself
Cause partnas might be bad to my health
Coming around
When I got a few ends when a nigga broke
They chunk the deuce
That's what they grooving
Mr z-Ro staying home alone
Kicking it with my plastic or chrome
Until I find peace, I continue to roam
I just wanna be left alone
Let me make it 'fore I snap this is my sermon
I'm a preacher, bitch this is deeper than rap
Sinning tripping, on this ghetto life
No one understands the life of the fast
Ain't no sense in, trying to close my eyes
Cause out this ghetto
I know that I must rise
Let me clear throat
So I can tell you about this life of sin
I hope that you can cope
We killing eachother to make some divid-ends
I don't wanna sound crazy
But I'll make you push up daisies
You better give it up give it up
Give it to me let me clear throat
Even though I don't want to
I'm hustling all night long
I had to learn the ropes
I got nickels and dimes
And 20's and halves, and even whole zones
I won't sell to no undercover
I'm gonna let my mack 10 stutter
You better give it up give it up
I gotta stay free
I done lost all of my old school fools
To the bullet trigga happy motherfuckers
Catch a beatdown grip the trigger and pull it
Staying high, elevated above the stress
Hoping God blessed a familiar face
Might slug my vest
And ever since the days, of a little child
Sported a frown
Like it was going out of style
Adolescence to juvenile, to a grown man
Innocent Christian
Till I woke up with the blood on my on hand
God please, forgive me for sinning
I'm on a mission
Gotta do something about it
Fuck bitching with a vivid vision of prison
I'm paranoid, walking through the graveyard
On my knees screaming
Release me from the demon mighty savior
The pain is major I've been hurting so long
I'd rather be wet when I'm depressed
Cause I don't even know what's wrong
I just wanna be left alone
Let me make it 'fore I snap this is my sermon
I'm a preacher, bitch it's deeper than rap
Sinning tripping, sinning tripping
Z-Ro, Z-Ro - 2x
Sinning tripping, sinning tripping y-e-eah
Cause out this ghetto
I know that I must rise
No one understands the life of the fast
Z-Ro, Z-Ro, Z-Ro