A pastor for 16 years in the hood Known for steering all my troubled peers to the good Made sure God's word appeared understood So those that didn't believe that he worked wonders could Family of five livin' wife, one boy, two girls Spiritually guided through this new world's few perils Community activist, summer camps, youth centres Bible class to help us find the God and the truth in us Shield us from the true sinners that corrupted the block So dreams of kids wouldn't be interrupted and blocked When a homeless sought shelter in a dead-ended search He'd take him in, feed him, let him rest his head in the church A neighbourhood cornerstone that made his presence felt Never took credit, always said God's blessings helped I'm just the instrument, he'd say God's the musician He'd help of bringing dreams of finding jobs to fruition Then a six-year-old girl was killed in a crossfire Block got hot, made the price of the coke go higher The pastor took action, waged a war on drugs With vows to clean up the hood, that he swore on blood Three days a week, the hood is led by this prophet marchin' Dope man's pissed because it's affecting his profit margin Now all this heat got the dope game forced in a drought 'Cause the pastor got squad cars, and reinforcements out And the thugs ain't feelin' his influence on the community So they wait one Sunday to seize for an opportunity The pastor's at church, second service, from noon to three Unsuspecting the acts of vengeance that are soon to be While he's giving sermon, the thugs is teaching a lesson So all the anti-drug shit that he preach is in question Poured four gallons of gasoline on his estate Thank God no one's home, if so they wouldn't've escaped 'Cause killin' wasn't the purpose Just to make the good pastor nervous But the kids attended the mornin' service So he let them stay home and put the oldest in charge They were burned beyond recognition, smoldered and charred When the pastor found out, his heart got colder and hard But you vowed to be a soldier to God And those innocent children, didn't have a chance to escape once And did I mention that the youngest of the three was eight months?
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? 'Cause murder, your soul can't afford WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Remember, you a man of the lord WHAT WOULD YOU DO? God said revenge is his alone, so only he's allowed to place his hands on the sword WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Just accept it, and grieve inside? WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Throw away your reliefs in mind? WHAT WOULD YOU DO? WOULD YOU RATHER LEAVE IT UP TO GOD? OR LOAD UP TECHS AND NINES AND EVEN UP THE ODDS?
I got a nine on the left... Tech on the right... So I guess I'm ready to ride... From now on NO MERCY We all gotta die, but you first G
I got a nine on the left... Tech on the right... So I guess I'm ready to ride... From now on NO MERCY We all gotta die, but you first G
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WHAT WOULD YOU DO? 'Cause murder, your soul can't afford WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Remember, you a man of the lord WHAT WOULD YOU DO? God said revenge is his alone, so only he's allowed to place his hands on the sword WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Just accept it, and grieve inside? WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Throw away your reliefs in mind? WHAT WOULD YOU DO? WOULD YOU RATHER LEAVE IT UP TO GOD? OR LOAD UP TECHS AND NINES AND EVEN UP THE ODDS?
I got a nine on the left... Tech on the right... So I guess I'm ready to ride... From now on NO MERCY We all gotta die, but you first G
I got a nine on the left... Tech on the right... So I guess I'm ready to ride... From now on NO MERCY We all gotta die, but you first G
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