BONE BROTHERS - It's Still Love lyrics

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Yes, indeed. We thank God for the opportunity, in the grace of this new world order. Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine. Yes, indeed. As we learn precious gifts and mosiac law, and the sons of Aaron sing. We are men. We are men.

Okay, we keep the Sabbath holy

And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies

And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love

It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love

Uh uh, we keep the Sabbath holy

And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies

And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love

It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love

Dark side turns to the light, and grown men get shookin' lookin' they scared of the night

And motha... keep a pistol in they pocket for protection, can't shoot invisible forces

Keep the courses of that resurrection

Have you ever been hurt or lied with nails from Jinn

Have you ever been raped, and raped, and raped again? Have you ever beat in your sleep for fighting the devil? Have you ever been lonely? Alone, but still on that level with God

There's never a problem, say my prayers like Abel, at least as close as I can

Little brothers a rebel, a new label, couple of dollars, pay my bills and we bounce

If it wasn't for Jesus, I wouldn't be known, no doubt

For all whose in attendance, remembrance and love

I said it hurts to be couped and cool like a dove

It's simple to crush your amp, but it's much simpler to sway

We was taught to be kind and humble and stay out of the way

Okay, we keep the Sabbath holy

And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies

And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love

It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love

Uh uh, we keep the Sabbath holy

And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies

And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love

It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love

There are many things that are sacred and many things that we cherish

As I write this I'm being so careful to not be careless

Where's the only begotten? B is with me, I speak to him and he speaks with me when everyone is leaving me

But we've gotta have fun, without there presence I'm hurt

I'm ready for work, and I'm trying, we can all change the world

Here's what I pray, here's the garden, we need some special attention

And, not to mention, we can party with the best of 'em, best of 'em, rest of 'em beautiful, too

Young Islamic brother, you with Christ, the world is cool

Do whatever The Lord tells you and the reward is good

Even is you have to lean back in the 'hood and shake ya' wood

Okay, we keep the Sabbath holy

And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies

And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love

It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love

Uh uh, we keep the Sabbath holy

And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies

And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love

It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love

I'm walkin' with the only begotten, never forgotten

Shed tears for mistakes that I've made, so dirty rotten

I'm not a king, never was, I'm just a slave and a servant

I love the light and I shall pass angels, closed curtains

New king, tribe of Benjamin, help me succeed

I'm star rockin' Abraham, somebody please take the lead

So, wherever Jesus go, I follow because I love him

On the right hand of Grandad and none is above him

All the brothers in the temple teach me right in the struggle

I can't imagine not existing, at least for a couple

It's trouble in these muddy waters, everyone know

Probably the

So many people need a spirit, and this world is a cesspool

Test you, bless you, love you, address you

Ain't no adultery, hey

Okay, we keep the Sabbath holy

And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies

And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love

It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love

Uh uh, we keep the Sabbath holy

And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies

And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love

It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love