Illmaculate - Holy Disaster lyrics

Verse 1: Let bygones be bygones Let shoulders be cried on Let murals be krylon The block filled wit pylons My homies still live on Despite those who did wrong Talent & pa**ion will shine on through this song Let there be justice for those who disgust us but let us stay focused on people who love us And as the people morn and feel rain from the storm let em think of the rose and not the thorn I keep shouting at myself to stop being so negative but will I be happy if I never end up makin it? These are the things I have to deal with You have to grow up touring is not a field trip And when you have days when you don't wanna rap no more Remind yourself that not every one us can be Macklemore You are daniel Bennett And you are loved You are who you are & not what you've done Hook (Jocelyn Alice): I'm sick with the dream It's like it's chasin me It's right at my feet It's all that I can see I'm sick with the ethics Sick with the greed I'm eager and willing to please I'm sick if I think it's all I need I need you and you need me Verse 2 (Immaculate): Beneath the feet of the founding fathers who stand before us Orphans of fortune when chosen over their sons and daughters They want us to tread these waters upon this surface we dance For their entertainment Shameless, how we serve in this trance Perverted words we chant We're sayin' save our soul! We're prayin' out to God Often forgotten, guess he can't save us all And they wonder why we strikin' back ..While I write this? Some in other countries fight For the rights we have When the lights go out? While it might get bad (They say..) Got to get back in your place Or they might just, spit back in your face Get a taste a that Before you fade to black, without a trace Can't change the facts Or Erase the past Unless you raise the stakes Better have that ace up sleeve.. In place, at least And I've watched so many fail Fightin' for what they believe Got a right to execute this new belief System just been too asleep Listen got some truth to speak Beautifully paint this master piece A thousand words at least Look what you do to me Holy disaster Verse 3: Don't look at me man I am a dead beat One day we all die and become a chest piece Struggle to get free And move your chess piece until it's cheque please I used to hide my struggles when I'd write these verses down Can't perform in churches now unless you're somehow perfect now But now I stick to honesty And know all of my flaws covered by Majesty My friend used to be a pastor He told the church was strugglin And they kicked him out a** first You know what's backwards? how we attack first, & claim the Master? Holy Disaster!!! With so many Christian people conservative Thir servants is dying from malnourishment It's hard to dance when theres kids thats starvin in apartments In my own city kiddies barely makin kindergarten Hook (Jocelyn Alice): I'm sick with the dream It's like it's chasin me It's right at my feet It's all that I can see I'm sick with the ethics Sick with the greed I'm eager and willing to please I'm sick if I think it's all I need I need you and you need me