(So if in a concentration camp-)
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him, beat him)
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)
(S-S- Soul)
It's not the light of the matter, it's dim
It's time repent, we at it again
Let us break this mend, (Yeah)
However look at me now, (It's crazy)
How cleaver of me to be in the middle of something sentimental
Maybe just maybe, we could be different
(Different)
Hold up, please listen a second
It's Jesus we're talking about
Hold up man I'm out of brethren, (Brethren)
Brethren's what I needed most, (My peeps)
Homies gon' put up a toast, (For me)
I'ma let my people know it's the king
Couldn't have done it without him
I had to do better cah' the fact that they think it's just me is really surprising
I had some people, "that's riot"
I gotta
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)
So I gotta
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)
Now I gotta
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)
Yeah, we boutta
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him, beat him)
(Yeah)
We boutta pull up on lucy, it's wraps
I got some peeps in the back, ready to dash
Heaven don't got a problem with the trap
Matter of fact, ghetto isn't the only hood for a little boy full of trauma
It's blunt with the past, but I got no commas to add onto that
Dot dot, had a blast of my passion to keep it fruitful
I got pieces of pieces of myself
Had some clarity moments to prevail
Is it just me or momma heard me yell?
Heard the whistles of Gila, it's detailed
Detailed to the brim of the hat I put on, tryna hide the face of a nuisance
It's on ten from the day that we lift off
Coming real soon, better get your hands on him
Is it just me or somebody else driving the wheel?
I got some time in the field, helping everybody heal with the gift of my God
But when's it my turn to get a piece of the plot?
Feel like I'm Little to James, asking too much ain't an option
I'm tryna stay diligent, but keeping my head in my prison is different
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)
So I
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)
Now I
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)
We boutta
(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)
(Beat him, beat him)
(Hard to tell whether she was laughing or screaming)
(Boy, I wonder if we'll win one of those noble prizes for this)
(The Little Lulu show, Monday through Thursday night at Six)