Hostile Gospel Pt. 2 (Deliver Me)

Deliver me oh my father

Haha, Amadea {C'mon! }

Sizzla Kalonji {Yeah, this the one right here! }

Talib Kweli

{Deliver me oh my father}

What? What? Yeah

Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin

You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation

Die on my feet before I live on my knees lord

Deliver me from point A to B like livery

Nothin is free, you got to be a hero to save

They got you working like a slave from the crib to the grave

A minimum wage can barely keep a job for a home

A car or a phone, forget about gettin a loan

You starting to moan, your bank account is getting withdrawn

It's pitiful how we becomin slaves to things that we own

They en-slavin the brains with the whips and the chains

End up in the coffin chasing the fortune, chasing the fame

Slave to the rhythm, slave to the night, slave to the day

They hop aboard the Underground Railroad and run away

Pray for the day niggas don't get taken away

For makin a way to stop their baby's stomach aching today

I sip a whiskey straight, no chase

It's hard to take a man away from the sin when it's inside of him

Please

{Deliver me oh my father}

Yes, yes

Deliver me from the evil that's all around me

Jamaica to King's County, God

{Deliver me oh my father}

Yes, yes, yes

Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin

You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation

Dance through my soul and let my days go right

He can preserve me all the days of my life

With the strength to wake through another day so bright

Oh! Kalonji, Talib

They say nothing's wrong with doing sin in your mind

I reach myself and see what's there for my kind

And look around and see, don't be acting blind

This is the birthing of us, it's just not kind

Now what's the worst thing a man could ever price

Pay his life for something he didn't do like the missing mice

Listen up, you know growing up I'll tell you something

He won't like you in the deepest of dungeon

Take away from my periods, leave me by myself

Life is like a dot com, but the blue in my eyes

Aired by your love from but your feuds are hopeless!

You got a lot of bid, that's how it went

{Deliver me oh my father}

What? What?

Deliver me from the evil that's all around me

Jamaica to King's County, God

{Deliver me oh my father}

Yes, yes, yes

Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin

You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation

Plug in the mic like I'm gunnin a bike

Front if you like, I'm movin fast, my life is runnin the lights

I give my son some advice

Eyes on the prize, keep more with the one in your sight

Won't win the gunfight if you brung you a knife

I'm drawin blood from the rock and keep floodin the block

With rhymes that are sharper than the razor that be cuttin the box

For sure I gotta move niggas with rocks in their socks

The prostitutes sellin the shit right in front of the cops

Under the street lamp, walking through the rain until our feet damp

Single moms all line at the office because they need stamps

Your cousin out of jail, he spent his time finding God

With a felony kinda charge it's kinda hard to find a job

He gotta make a decision, the situation he's placed in

As he's gotta get that gainful employment for his probation

Otherwise he's just another part of the scenery

Just because you got out of jail, that don't mean you free

{Deliver me oh my father}

What? What?

Deliver me from the evil that's all around me

Jamaica to King's County, God

{Deliver me oh my father}

Gotta survive and sustain and that ain't right

And everywhere you go they want to give you a fight

Gotta survive and sustain and that's for sure

And every minute sees I'm coming at the bar

Oh yeah...

I got to reach out and look

And keep my seed by my side

Uh, yeah

Life's a reality

Sizzla Kalonji, Talib Kweli