Holy Ghost

Holy Ghost
Ay, I have a message from the
Most High that says:
"This negra kept his soul from
the Devil"
It's true, I guess I mean, wait
a minute now
Is your people really that God
damn ign'ant? Really? Really?
Church bells and choir sounds,
tell 'em, "Quiet down"
Bow your head, the Most High's
around cocktails
Guys and gals miss me, ties and
gowns happen now
My attire sells, how you tryna
sound? Stop it now
They ask me why I don't go to
church no more
Cause church is the new club and
wine is the new bub
And lies is the new drugs, my
sister the next stripper
My brother the next victim, my
usher the next tricker
Satan givin' out deals, finna
own these rappers
The game is full of slaves and
they mostly rappers
You sold your soul first, then
your homies after
Let's show these stupid field
niggas they could own they
Holy smokes, I think my pastor
was the only folk
To own the Rollie, Ghost and
Rolls Royces with no Holy Ghost
And get your shit prepared, face
your fears, all you niggas
Say your prayers, pray you fit
upstairs, it's our only hope
Church bells and choir sounds,
tell 'em, "Quiet down"

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