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Egyptian Hieroglyphics

Thats my whooo sa;
Sad tay my dami; Whata ta;

This is what im teaching ya;
Egyptian hieroglyphics, let me speak my Ra;

HOOK

Is what I’m blessed to say;
Cus No body in the park got shot today;

Man, this day was nice;
Nobody got arrested or lost they life;

I gotta thank you lord;
Today, there was no need to rob from the store;

I guess we owe it god;
Cus we all stop praying when we get what we want;

Verse 1

Well i guess It seems, thats when we pray the least;
When we get, what we need, we forget our peace;

We only know Gods name, when we feeling grief;
Or when we this close to dien, in them evil streets;

Thats why I thank my god; For everything I got;
And everything I Don’t have, I need it not;

All i need is for my peeps, to see the plot;
And wake up before they break up, what our cultures got;

You know thats all thats left; You know, the way we dress;
All we do is set trends, but we think we less;

We don’t love our selves, we create our stress;
Not knowing that this whole time, we been blessed;

This message right here, is for the mixed kids;
Rich people pay for that color your skin gives;

So learn to love yourself, cus they hate that shit;
That type of love, that could give faith, to an atheist;

HOOK 2

VERSE 2

I know them hieroglyphs, i studied ancient text;
And it all say the same shit, become your best;

We became sick and tired, and scared to rest;
Our ancestors gave us answers, but we fear the test;

Become involved with self, you must evolve yourself;
Number one rule, Love you, more than wealth;

And any hand you dealt, tighten up your belt;
Stand on your own two, and embrace whats felt;

Cus that anger pain; helps a man to change;
Real things get done when you mad insane;

I know my dream is strange and a lil deranged;
But aint that the same, as how our president reigns;

I mean dude, aint true;
Now the circus is ran, by the clown from the tube;

We so obsessed with fame, even more than the truth;
We voted for a dummy who promotes the abuse;

HOOK 3

But still I pray;
Forgive us lord, for our hateful ways;

We aint liven right;
We record each other, instead of breaking the a fight;

We are sorry Christ;
We accepted a history written of lies;

I guess we owe it to God;
Cus we sold away our freedoms, directly to frauds;