Stann Smith - YdeySuffer lyrics

[Intro] EVRY, Smith, EKOET This is a hymn for the one who rose again with hair like sheepskin, my friend [Verse 1] Why they gon' suffer, they don't know the cause Cops search the car, they don't know the laws Hit ‘em with a gun and leave with no remorse And hold him by his holes like a bowling ball In this world I got my name and I would never taint it If I give you my word then I would never break it When you get the gist of life, then they gon' call you crazy That's why I quit my job, dog you don't need to pay me Told the supervisor, then she give me stupid hours Stressed for $7.25, spent my check on studio time Way too risk ad versed, get a check, I risk it first Dam when it pays off, pull a Bernie Maydoff Straight from the slums, I guess that how I came off And every other weekend, it's another block taped off Congolese rebels pillage the villages Women ain't safe in the land of the pyramids No real border, we need order In this place where the cops escort you to clean water And the importers is extorted by the government So when we do donate sh**, they get none of it Money becomes nothing, it's frequent ‘Spressed through the frequencies of Internet seeders Half faith believer But this masquerade made a leader Out a kid too scared to tell the world he don't need ‘em Jesus Christ will lead ‘em, in a tabernacle In this rotten apple, I pa** Satan & stab him in his Adams apple Painting Warhol's and compositions with encryption A Stann Smith'n round wanna be editions k**ers that use Pyrex dishes to cook fish in Sk**ed in a culinary under supervision The o.g.'s the Ivory Coast composed grant Not the same as an elephant tusk, it's lush leaves Just breathe, give ya lungs what it need No weed, a new breed, call it EVRYKING Fully a absentee, from this cage its oxygen Fill my ribcage, I pray to god as I get paid This is a hymn for the one who rose again with hair like sheepskin, my friend EVRY [Outro] Take 'em to church Take 'em to church Take 'em to church Take 'em to church Now bring it in, now bring it in, now bring it Now bring it in, now bring it in, now bring it Now bring it in, now bring it in, now bring it Now bring it in, now bring it in Yeah This is a hymn for the one who rose again with hair like sheepskin Now bring it in Now bring it, now bring it in Now bring it, now bring it in Now bring it, now bring it in That beausicianship That beausicianship That beausicianship Bring it!, I bring it!, I bring it!, now bring it in!