Need Jesus feat. Stevie Stone,JL

歌詞

Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed In the wicked ways of the world God gives the remission for all of our sins When I was a young one the preacher put oil on my sixth chakra He knew when I was older I'd wanna follow 2Pac and Big Papa They thought I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick opera But this choppa will be reppin' the city where RDV's Young Rich and Slick's got ya Well in peace I don't know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar Maybe the music I am doin' is never gospel, sinner is what they call ya I know we look a little strange and we the gang my lane is what I offer 3 dimensional altar with a ego on top of the rock of Gibraltar I see-e, it's not the way the bible people want me to be-e Flippin' the fire for the family focused and free-e Listen to me-e doing it for T.V-e With the rebel yell, came out of my shell Preacher said tell your people let go of your coat-tail With a tremendous fail he never to say my livin' is hell But even worse said I lead my people to Hell's Bells Lookin' at me just like my mother and father would breed creatures Not an evil bone in my body and never known to be naughty in my seeds either Simple and plain like a cheese pizza I don't know prayin' on my knees keep us from heat seekers Lovin' the bleed feature while the people tell me that I need Jesus! Talk about, judgement Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway And you read me and see me easy to be shunned away But you got it all wrong You seem to tell me I need Jesus! (oh, Jesus! Jesus!) Every day they wanna condemn me None of 'em even know me Anyone ever that sinned cast the Stone out I'm stoned, let's talk about it Im askin' What's happening? Boy, cause they bashing me Bangin' the bible, butcher boy don't bother with blasphemy Call em a crazy critic comin' causin catastrophes Aimin' at Aaron a lot of ammo and an angel actually Ah mane, Amen You people let the steeples speak in evil and the neezle playing God hymn My mother was a christian but i used to go with the wicked for the stick and whats the problem Questioning the K.O.D.'s grim, anybody talkin hella crazy I'm bout to jaw them You'll be up on a cross whenever you step to me so take precautions Y'all false actors, callin' me a demon when I talk backwards siht pot Tecca Nina gonna be sought after this drop by the people that go toss rappers hip hop So you thinking you religious? When you condemn another man you never lead us Telling me whats under me is gonna heat us Never believe ya cause really you need Jesus Leave us Talk about, judgement Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway And you read mesee me easy to be shunned away But you got it all wrong Let's talk about it Mama never really talked about God All that I was ever taught was I'm odd Heard he knew bout every thought that I hide Dirty mind I'd see a cross and I'd hide Lost without God, salty bout that But I was captivated by the bosses outside I plotted every way to getting draws by my squad Ask round why every man goes bad Happens to pass down like second hand clothes man Salvage a blouse gown and manicured toes had Half of us ground bound for hell and lord knows Need a savior they say slain for your behavior Raised in three days grace be what he gave ya The sun that'll make ya want to gravitate ta (?????)