delivery me from my enemies oh god
defend me from those that rise up against me
deliver me from the work of inequities
the savior from the blood of me
look
mind state of a gangster from the 40's
meet the vicious mind of motown's berry gordy
turn crack rocks into a chain of 40/40's
sorry my jewelery so gordy
slid into the party with my new pair of maury's
america meet the gangsta shawn corey
hey young world wanna hear a story?
close your eyes and you could pretend your me
a cut from the cloth of the kennedy's
frank sinatra having dinner with the genovese
this is the genesis of a nemesis
mother america's not witnessing
the harlem renaissance birthed black businesses
this is the tale of lost innocences as the incents burn
and the turn tables turn and that al greens plays
i see my mother's afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays
and my poppa just left the house
in search of the killer of my uncle ray
and she's trying to calm my nerves
as i observe this is just one day
and what tomorrow has in store we could never be sure so all we can do is
pray
because of your strength
while i walked upon the
for god is my defense
as i head towards my home room i observe the rooms though needles on the ground
i hear a car go vrooom drug dealer in the bm with the top down
as the girls start to giggle i ask why you laugh they say you too little"