Spiritual Healing

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Who you pray to, my God the black God?
 Who you pray to, my God the brown God?
 Who you pray to, my God the white God?
 Your reaction's kind of odd for a kid who loves to nod.
 I wear skin like Jesus
 Sick of bullshit preachers
 Concerned with aborted fetus
 But don't give a fuck who feeds us.
 Speech so tedious,
 If Abraham freed us,
 Why there still Abner Louima's?
 Been slaves since days of Julius Caesar
 Man's need to dominate overshadows need to breath
 Pray to your pagan gods while your twisting all those trees
 Scraped knees don't prove what you believe
 Your blind faith passed to your seeds,
 Killed our garden type weeds,
 Turn around and blame it on Eve.
 While you blame me for blemishing our family tree
 I'll uproot all of humanity.
 Who you pray to, my God the black God?
 Who you pray to, my God the brown God?
 Who you pray to, my God the white God?
 Your reaction's kind of odd for a kid who loves to nod.
 Sick of true blasphemy,
 Religion pure alchemy
 And gold lines no lead streets
 Blessed are the meek who reek in honesty
 True green lie in botany,
 They're hawking me from high atop the food chain
 Deciding who to blame for each and every heartless act
 Weight of elements exact
 I retain no tact and spit the pure fact
 Mixed with blood from split tongue
 Collapsed lung only help to breath diseased atmosphere
 Expect me to adhere to your bullshit code of silence
 Speak till dawn of violence
 They say no man's an island...
 I? ve watched the youth,
 These kids is wildin'
 Who you pray to, my God the black God?
 Who you pray to, my God the brown God?
 Who you pray to, my God the white God?
 Your reaction's kind of odd for a kid who loves to nod.
 

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03:29
Tempo
170 BPM

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