Nas - In His Own Words lyrics

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Nas - In His Own Words lyrics

[Chorus - Jr. Gong] Jah told you in his own words And Ill see you through To guide you through this cold world And Ill see you through Jah told you in his own words And Ill see you through To guide you through this cold world And Ill see you through [Verse 1 - Nas] Two steps away from d**h, a vest and a holster I detest detectives arresting us over Weapons possession, they was checking the Rover Inspecting the tattoos on my neck and my shoulder How many times Im one of six coffin-holders Or sitting with goons in a visiting room Flip it, I couldve been you Behind state walls bidding These are the things that a G pray for, acquit us A little stash in the safe or a little shorty to wait for Or a shorty to take the weight for him What really did I escape from? Thought I saw Gods face on the design on my vintage Claiborne Swear I see em every day in the bus or the train Or the billboards out there that hang tall I still give thanks for him, have faith for him No matter what his names called [Chorus - Jr. Gong] [Verse 2 - Jr. Gong] Hey can you think of a colour that youve never seen? Can you reminisce on places youve never been? Well is many are called But them never deemed Worthy for the cause Cause them never clean Help who help themselves Jah nuh raffle dream Thats why me chummy with Jah Jah Like a Cherubim Keep us strong through the winter like an Evergreen And all of us are more connected than it ever seems All things are related and creation is a package Generate together and we increase the wattage A how them a go manage? Tell Babylon them cant do Rasta damage Nor stop we through the pa**age Jah did make a promise, God is always honest Always keep his word, dont care what the plan is Dont be astonished Stumbling bocks vanish One day the meek gonna live inna di palace, Woah! [Chorus - Jr. Gong] [Verse 3 - Nas] Some people ask me if I feel the zionists are real And in my songs do I plan to expose and reveal Word to the curb thats under these chrome wheels My homies is only ones Im taking care of But severe reality starts to become more clear And these know-it-all rappers have become more weird As if they were superior and fans are inferior How I balance between the streets and the theories of Collegiate literature, I hold mirrors up Give combinations of pain, joy, fear, and love Through my perspective I can see Jah reflection In the highest definition getting high with my brethren Couldve asked us why Africans dying from circumcision They lack proper surgeons, suffer malnutrition Underestimate the wealth of their own wisdom Its like its been exchanged for this penicillin [Chorus - Jr. Gong]