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lirik lagu devine carama - the populist pulpit

[verse 1 devine carama]
i work in inventory, counting sh-t i can’t afford
eye balling the cutie at the counter in the store
and yes i am poor, so how do i approach her
going straight for the chocha or something a little more
but it’s hard to be me when i’m s-xually frustrated and
stress about money, plus i’m feeling like a mummy
to these real queens, plus the studio always booked to capacity everytime i’m trying to record
engineer don’t you know this music is my diary
like when my girlfriend dumped me, and my job fired me
and no one else would hire me](undefined), and a few rappers inspired me
and still trying to figure out how to use my gifts from the lord
and though i’m far from perfect
i try to do right and pray for help while i worship
but my witness is conflicted cause i preach through the speakers
while the deacons and preachers lead us from the churches
we are kings of a race on some n-gga sh-t
from the judge scream guilty in the face of innocent
mother earth always falls for father time
so when the clock strikes 9, leap out the way of the pendulum
when i’m single, my shows packed with queens
i got a boo, no my female fan base dwindling
in this life my lord i got options surely
stolen dreams, trapped between the cops and the jury
plus i’m feeling like racist
i packed boxes for katrina, but i do sh-t for joplin, missouri
raps my confession, dear pastor can u hear me
i use move dro and hold a glock name nena
pop at your team and, so confident and conceded
when my c-cks in between her, and i would rock her to sleep
a follower not a leader, but now they follow me the leader
god’s never late, we just want our blessings early
blood of slave, we hustle to get paid
and single mothers struggling, waiting for the government to pay
it’s better to be a square that’s alive
and survived the hood, then thug lying dead in a grave
don’t l-st for the fame, and strive to get rich
i know life is a b-tch but cot d-mn she so pretty
enjoy her while she last, and please explore your past
way before slaves we were royalty that’s a fact
you are more than just an athlete, more than just rapper
born in a track meet you are more than just a trapper
heart of a king, i eat food thought while i’m awake, so full and won’t starve in my dreams
you got two options you can opt for the bullsh-t
or scholar dropping knowledge from his populist pulpit
you are now rocking with the movement
if you not feeling me than y numb to the trueness
see the cool can be ruthless
so i’d rather be a nerd that’s g*nius than cool and new shoes and stupid
mentally we are still locked up in these shackles
but we can be free my raps loosen up the nuces…

- lirik lagu devine carama

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