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Dead Princes
Pastor P
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Yeah, yeah
(Aight)
Dead princes in the trenches, young men hoppin' fences
Young world pay attention to a man from the trenches
Dead body in a bag, real life, this is sad
This is someone's son, brother, father, someone's dead dad
Dead princes in the trenches, young men hoppin' fences
Young world pay attention to a man from the trenches
Dead body in a bag, real life, this is sad
This is someone's son, brother, father, someone's dead dad
How the mighty fallin', princes ballin' all while God is calling
Death of Tamir Rice, nothin' nice, others shootin' dice
Someone take his life wicked like a human sacrifice
Illuminati, nah, I ain't goin' cause Jesus sacrificed
For my life, in my spirit, in my body, in my soul
This yo pastor, this yo bother, this that iron in the soul
David was a king, Samson warrior, Joseph was a boss
L'A Capone, Young Pappy, Lil Mister all our lost
Dying in a cell, Jonah in a whale, woman in travail
This is hell, in a cell no visits, no mail
Snapping on the track, rapping, spitting facts, never lack
God got my back most you never did, boy, that's facts
Laquan McDonald 17 shot to death 2014
16 shots, what you mean demonized man foreseen
Cut is clean but ya spirit is mean sick like a crack fiend (Woo)
Shot out to fiend gave me strength where my spirit was caught in a guillotine
Dead princes in the trenches, young men hoppin' fences
Young world pay attention to a man from the trenches
Dead body in a bag, real life, this is sad
This is someone's son, brother, father, someone's dead dad
Dead princes in the trenches, young men hoppin' fences
Young world pay attention to a man from the trenches
Dead body in a bag, real life, this is sad
This is someone's son, brother, father, someone's dead dad
In slave days we were raped castrated because of hate
Unemployed because of hate taking food from my kids' plate
Dining room, empty place see the smile on your wicked face
In jail for a fake case you staring at my wife cakes
The black man's in his place beneath your feet because you are fake
Marine demons from every lake applying pressure no breaks
Herbo said you never cared, Chicago youth this isn't fair
Visions of a dead bear, my prosperity Lord where
About to slide on you bro, bet not catch you in the go
Pull up with that 40 blow bang bang bang, no
God took me out that glow gave me a righteous flow
We don't rock like that no mo' that's when I was Lil Foe
This that Christian drill, we don't pop pills, we don't smoke loud
Follow the crowd, nah, boy them demon spirits are not allowed
The glorified King Jesus strength greater than Samson
We cry now in this world but we will be laughing
Dead princes in the trenches, young men hoppin' fences
Young world pay attention to a man from the trenches
Dead body in a bag, real life, this is sad
This is someone's son, brother, father, someone's dead dad
Dead princes in the trenches, young men hoppin' fences
Young world pay attention to a man from the trenches
Dead body in a bag, real life, this is sad
This is someone's son, brother, father, someone's dead dad