Young Buck - Son Of God lyrics

rate me

I'm just a son of God I shall evolve

I'm in tune with the earth listening to stars

The holy spirit you can quote it from me

I ain't even write this the higher power wrote it for me

Just another scripture out that dog bible

This that dog motivation I carry the title

They want you blindfolded my third eye opened

Hope for the hopeless, voice of the voiceless

If you don't know nothing else you better stay focused

So if you don't know nothing else you don't know nothing

I don't do this music just to try to say you something

Motherfucker I'm really tryin' to tell you something

Question, you listening for beats or the fucking swag

I'm a different kind of rapper I don't need to brag

No rap gimmicks, no facade , no fake image

I'm God's child made in his image

Yeah I'm thinking God was a black man

I roll with morals men mortals wouldn't understand

Damn , do your history and you will see

The first man on the earth looks just like me

My people powerfull beyond belief

But they don't fear God they fear the police

And that judge and that black robe

Lock me in the black hole take my black soul

Rap is commercial now they got rid of the black soul

From the car creek my mama raised a black raw

I can achieve anything

And you ain't even asking no questions believe in anything

Sick a nigger sucking or driving all over my flat screen

Same old shit ain't nobody saying a damn thing

Corrupting these young minds feeding them lies

They fear truth we the one the industry been trying to hide

My only fear of death is reincarnation

Heart of a soldier with a brain to teach a whole nation

Still I rise to the ocassion

Failure's never been an option wasn't part of the equation

And I can hear Pac's voice raining down from the heavens

I'm the last outlaw lucky number 7

I made this sight for complete only write I complete the mission

Now I fully understand what he was really kicking

Carried a torch of a movement leading soldiers

We outlawz it ain't never gonna be easy for us

Voice of the underdogs raised on a curve

We will never get the love or the credit we deserve

When you carrying a burden and the truth that the devil close by

But I ain't fell apart from the track thanks to the most high

Carrying the burden of truth the devil close by

Outlaw sinners forever it will never die