Tony Ri'chard - Sensation lyrics

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Tony Ri'chard - Sensation lyrics

[Hook: Ki'Shon Furlow] They putting wolves with the sheep I learned that from my granny Cause she grew up in the east I see dead bodies when I'm moving through the streets That's a sixth sense, intense, where the piece? Cause I'm praying for her So Lord be with us And Lord forgive us We ain't never really know the difference I seen a young kid turn his mood to k**ing That's a sensation Tell me how you, tell me how you feel Just a little impatient Can't sit still so the Henny gon' spill for the homies we lost [Verse 1: Ki'Shon] Friends that we bury I can see the ghosts, real scary, real scary Yeah it's True man, feeling like I'm Jim Carrey World in a cage, I would leave if they let me What we talkin' 'bout I'm just trying to show my sons How to take your daughter out But I gotta show 'em how to move when the law around 12 got us pressed to the ground like a coffee house Who you calling now? Only God when I'm falling down Lot of lost lives in my city You know the ropes Tears fall for little [?] He was holding dope Tears fall for Big [?] When he overdosed Drugs on both sides now we scared to ride [?] Haunted by the dreams of 'em Plotted on the scene But it seems that the schemes covered For a little bit of weight ah [?] [Hook: Ki'Shon Furlow] They putting wolves with the sheep I learned that from my granny Cause she grew up in the east I see dead bodies when I'm moving through the streets That's a sixth sense, intense, where the piece? Cause I'm praying for her So Lord be with us And Lord forgive us We ain't never really know the difference I seen a young kid turn his mood to k**ing That's a sensation Tell me how you, tell me how you feel Just a little impatient Can't sit still so the Henny gon' spill for the homies we lost [Verse 2: Tony Ri'Chard] Two k**ed in my city, the guns blazing Bodies burning, people ripping to pieces On occasion City be repping satan, Preachers be doing Nathan I'm fasting and meditating And blasting [?] Sensation is sin within my nation The pen is penetrating my brothers inside the system They [?] Their bodies been selling work Their hustle has been enslaving They idolizing the paper Wake up Hit my knees for my enemies [?] Give a plea to the judge in Heaven We boxed in Go against me, I'm winning You haters blocking I got the jazz in my soul like John Stockton People ducking the cops and The President be [?] Jesus, I got no option Principalities boxing Sin is watching them flock in Lyrics, so many rotten Lineage picking cotton And they wonder why we dropping [Hook: Ki'Shon Furlow] They putting wolves with the sheep I learned that from my granny Cause she grew up in the east I see dead bodies when I'm moving through the streets That's a sixth sense, intense, where the piece? Cause I'm praying for her So Lord be with us And Lord forgive us We ain't never really know the difference I seen a young kid turn his mood to k**ing That's a sensation Tell me how you, tell me how you feel Just a little impatient Can't sit still so the Henny gon' spill for the homies we lost