Lupita Nyong'o

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Lyrics

Blood on the ground, see the love from the crown
 As it calls to me
 Drugs don't amount, when comes on a cloud
 I'll be called away
 Run from the crowd, from the drums, from the sound
 I'm the Potter's clay
 Trusting people took my heart away
 I been out here tryna consecrate
 Sun never out, I been stuck in a drought
 But I'm not a slave
 Come from the south where they gun for the clout
 And it's bombs away
 Numb to the shout from above, no account
 To my Father's way
 Terrified the gon' walk away
 We don't even try to congregate
 Cry for the lost, got my eyes on the cross
 Make a demon flee
 Lies I was taught
 Make the price I was bought for decreased to me
 Climbed to the top for a sign then I saw
 How He pleads for me
 Knew my name before I could even speak
 They'll never know how much He mean to me
 Fame, I don't want
 I been dead from the jump
 I'm a skeleton
 Change gotta come, what He said shall be done
 I'm a reverend
 Grace when He bled on a hill for the sin that He met us in
 Grace cause He bled now I'm healed from my sin
 He's the medicine
 Medicine regiment
 Evident, better than
 Settling, stretching it
 To paler men and ones with melanin
 The felon and the judge
 The weathered and the young
 The malevolent thug
 Confess with your tongue, benevolent Son
 Severed and hung
 Shedding His blood
 Nothing eloquent, that's Heaven-sent love
 Thomas Edison, I'm spreading the sun
 Roger Federer, finessing the lunge
 I'm kind of Peter, how I walk in fellowship with Son
 But if you test me you'll get slung
 I'm Lupita how I come from under to above
 To paint a nation in the blood
 Gotta teach em bout the one, ay
 Gotta teach em bout the one, ay
 Since Sodom, Gomorrah
 I sought Him in horror
 I got Solomon's aura
 They follow the scorner
 I follow the Lord of, the cross that He bore up
 The awesome restorer
 Who I'm modeling more of
 On yo block with The Torah
 Spread the gospel from Georgia
 To the farthest of corners
 Til' All Have Heard
 And we hopping yo border
 Get a knock yo door at
 3 o'clock in the morning
 Sent a prophet to warn em'
 Better pocket your quarters
 Cause we coming for 'change'
 I'm Usain how I run in my lane
 When I pray I might summon the rain

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Duration
02:02
Key
1
Tempo
74 BPM

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