JR They Say that hes lost his light and his pure soul That this dark world turned his heart cold Is there a place that he can go? Sho Baraka Lord have mercy on his Soul He hates diamonds and gold But he does love stones Plus I see him running after me He claimed that the Devil Help me create the Masters piece It sounds like they want me to apologize For getting off the boat and being colonized Well my man Thank you for the favor Ill Try loving this dude who hates being my neighbor They wanna label me insane cause They gave me a canvas but Im Sketching out the frame bruh Well We should be building up a fellowship Instead of building he tears it down so he can throw the bricks I need to break out this container an Idiot Box yeah So watch me entertain ya I heard they changed the manger to a hotel So now the outcast have no place to go dwell They say the Devils in the Beat They say the Devils in the Tone They say the Devils in my rhymes They say the Devils in my song Yeah yeah they say the Devils in it They Say Swoope I hear the screams of people saying hes gotta be Illuminati Or some secret society possibly got demons inside of Him Evil probably harvesting His artistry possessed kept under and evil Like He can only be kept under the steeple Cause in his eyes all I see is Satan A beast thats raging Jesus Save Him Man all of that is what Im hearing but i dont say nada I just hold up a mirror so they can see their reflection with clarity Tell me is that perfection or pharisee label me a hypocrite Say i teach em wickedness cancels each other out Thats common sense arithmetic too quick to assess me As Judas know the trees fruit is always where the proof is I hear the Devil in the Beat I hear the Devil in this Tone I hear the Devil this my rhymes I hear the Devils in my songs Uh uh uh I hear the Devils in em They Say Suzy Rock Under the night the moon and the stars Theyre watching his steps Hes traveled too far although he often fall He continues to run He seems to have strength that is foreign to some 2x Inherited from His heritage apparent his Arrogance is the bed he is nestled in Covered by his lineage thoughts are just a narrative Narrowed minded fear until they appear as heretics Yeah he hates left field He knows what right is he just hates how left feels A casualty to normalitys and change is unbearable So he rather just settle to carry stones Sho Baraka This is a story of a sojourner Who has founded embassy on foreign soil The onlookers dont recognize his pedigree So their natural response is xenophobia He exhausted the weak Due to the constant defense of his intentions Never before has their ignorance lead to violence but that was before And this is a current situation The nonsensical mob has encircled his home And after hurling stones he says Swoope You dont see them broken windows They threw me to the fire Then they threw the brimstone All of this cause I suck at playing limbo Bending over backwards to people Please them folks when I was tip toe All around they laws you are not my judge or lawyer Dont get me wrong Im awful Godly rebuke Moves us forward agenda driven wisdom it often leads to slaughter So I take my orders from the one whose sovereign Author of faith the author of grace Grace that sustains when the bulk of the talkers Are saying Im walking awful awkward I be planting seeds to them things growing pollen In the garden all them either Eden or Olive Or Madison square Allen in there To make sure them things bring a harvest You may see me as an artist but Im like hardly My CD speaks of a gardener and hes in need of a partner With a squeegee full of water to be increased from the father So often people play the dirty rotten lawyer They accept the laws but think they need to augment All of the laws into things that are partial But if they make the laws then what we need the Lord for?
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