Talib Kweli - Hostile Gospel (Part 2) (Deliver Me) Lyrics
[Featuring: Sizzla]+ {Talib Kweli}Deliver me oh my fatherHaha, Amadea {C'mon!}Sizzla Kalonji {Yeah, this the one right here!}Talib Kweli+ {Sizzla}{Deliver me oh my father}What? What? YeahDeliver me from temptation, a weakened man facinYou put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]Die on my feet before I live on my knees lordDeliver me from point A to B like liveryNothin is free, you got to be a hero to saveThey got you working like a slave from the crib to the graveA minimum wage can barely keep a job for a homeA car or a phone, forget about gettin a loanYou starting to moan, your bank account is getting withdrawnIt's pitiful how we becomin slaves to things that we ownThey en-slavin the brains with the whips and the chainsEnd up in the coffin chasing the fortune, chasing the fameSlave to the rhythm, slave to the night, slave to the dayThey hop aboard the Underground Railroad and run awayPray for the day niggas don't get taken awayFor makin a way to stop their baby's stomach aching todayI sip a whiskey straight, no chaseIt's hard to take a man away from the sin when it's inside of himPlease+ {Sizzla}{Deliver me oh my father}Yes, yesDeliver me from the evil that's all around meJamaica to King's County, God{Deliver me oh my father}Yes, yes, yesDeliver me from temptation, a weakened man facinYou put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation[Verse 2: Sizzla - best guess only]Dance through my soul and let my days go rightHe can preserve me all the days of my lifeWith the strength to wake through another day so brightOh! Kalonji, TalibThey say nothing's wrong with doing sin in your mindI reach myself and see what's there for my kindAnd look around and see, don't be acting blindThis is the birthing of us, it's just not kindNow what's the worst thing a man could ever pricePay his life for something he didn't do like the missing miceListen up, you know growing up I'll tell you somethingHe won't like you in the deepest of dungeonTake away from my periods, leave me by myselfLife is like a dot com, but the blue in my eyesAired by your love from but your feuds are hopeless!You got a lot of bid, that's how it went+ {Sizzla}{Deliver me oh my father}What? What?Deliver me from the evil that's all around meJamaica to King's County, God{Deliver me oh my father}Yes, yes, yesDeliver me from temptation, a weakened man facinYou put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]Plug in the mic like I'm gunnin a bikeFront if you like, I'm movin fast, my life is runnin the lightsI give my son some adviceEyes on the prize, keep more with the one in your sightWon't win the gunfight if you brung you a knifeI'm drawin blood from the rock and keep floodin the blockWith rhymes that are sharper than the razor that be cuttin the boxFor sure I gotta move niggas with rocks in their socksThe prostitutes sellin the shit right in front of the copsUnder the street lamp, walking through the rain until our feet dampSingle moms all line at the office because they need stampsYour cousin out of jail, he spent his time finding GodWith a felony kinda charge it's kinda hard to find a jobHe gotta make a decision, the situation he's placed inAs he's gotta get that gainful employment for his probationOtherwise he's just another part of the sceneryJust because you got out of jail, that don't mean you free+ {Sizzla}{Deliver me oh my father}What? What?Deliver me from the evil that's all around meJamaica to King's County, God{Deliver me oh my father}[Sizzla]Gotta survive and sustain and that ain't rightAnd everywhere you go they want to give you a fightGotta survive and sustain and that's for sureAnd every minute sees I'm coming at the barOh yeah...I got to reach out and lookAnd keep my seed by my sideUh, yeahLife's a realitySizzla Kalonji, Talib Kweli
