Talib Kweli, Sizzla - Hostile Gospel Pt. 2 (Deliver Me) lyrics

[Talib Kweli, Sizzla - Hostile Gospel Pt. 2 Deliver Me lyrics]

Deliver me oh my father haha, Amadea C'mon!
Sizzla Kalonji yeah, this the one right here!
Talib Kweli

Deliver me oh my father what? What? yeah
Deliver me from temptation
A weakened man facin
You put the spirit in me
I feel the sensation

Die on my feet before I live on my knees lord
Deliver me from point A to B like livery
Nothin is free, you got to be a hero to save
They got you working like a slave
From the crib to the grave
A minimum wage can barely keep
A job for a home

A car or a phone, forget about gettin a loan
You starting to moan
Your bank account is getting withdrawn


It's pitiful how we becomin slaves
To things that we own
They en-slavin the brains with the
Whips and the chains
End up in the coffin chasing the fortune
Chasing the fame
Slave to the rhythm, slave to the night

Slave to the day
They hop aboard the Underground
Railroad and run away
Pray for the day niggas don't get taken away
For makin a way to stop
Their baby's stomach aching today
I sip a whiskey straight, no chase
It's hard to take a man away from
The sin when it's inside of him please

Deliver me oh my father yes, yes
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me
Jamaica to King's County, God
Deliver me oh my father yes, yes, yes
Deliver me from temptation
A weakened man facin
You put the spirit in me
I feel the sensation

Dance through my soul and let
My days go right
He can preserve me all the days of my life
With the strength to wake through
Another day so bright oh! Kalonji, Talib
They say nothing's wrong with doing
Sin in your mind
I reach myself and see what's
There for my kind and look around and see
Don't be acting blind
This is the birthing of us
It's just not kind

Now what's the worst thing a
Man could ever price
Pay his life for something he didn't
Do like the missing mice listen up
You know growing up I'll tell you something
He won't like you in the deepest of dungeon
Take away from my periods, leave me by myself
Life is like a dot com
But the blue in my eyes
Aired by your love from but
Your feuds are hopeless!
You got a lot of bid, that's how it went

Deliver me oh my father what? What?
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me
Jamaica to King's County, God
Deliver me oh my father yes, yes, yes
Deliver me from temptation
A weakened man facin
You put the spirit in me
I feel the sensation

Plug in the mic like I'm gunnin a bike
Front if you like, I'm movin fast
My life is runnin the lights
I give my son some advice eyes on the prize
Keep more with the one in your sight
Won't win the gunfight if you
Brung you a knife
I'm drawin blood from the rock
And keep floodin the block
With rhymes that are sharper than the
Razor that be cuttin the box
For sure I gotta move niggas
With rocks in their socks

The prostitutes sellin the shit right
In front of the cops under the street lamp
Walking through the rain until our feet damp
Single moms all line at the
Office because they need stamps
Your cousin out of jail
He spent his time finding God
With a felony kinda charge it's kinda
Hard to find a job he gotta make a decision
The situation he's placed in
As he's gotta get that gainful
Employment for his probation
Otherwise he's just another part
Of the scenery
Just because you got out of jail
That don't mean you free

Deliver me oh my father what? What?
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me
Jamaica to King's County, God
Deliver me oh my father

Gotta survive and sustain and
That ain't right
And everywhere you go they want
To give you a fight
Gotta survive and sustain and that's for sure
And every minute sees I'm coming at the bar
Oh yeah i got to reach out and look
And keep my seed by my side uh, yeah
Life's a reality sizzla Kalonji, Talib Kweli

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