| I woke up this morning, I was feeling kind of high | |
| It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie | |
| Selassie said, 'Greetings in the name of the most high, Jah Rhastafari' | |
| Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto, passed it down the table | |
| Said, 'Today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples' | |
| Give me a clue who could do this to you | |
| The kid on the block who makes less money than you | |
| Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver | |
| All he got to do is deliver the savior | |
| Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck | |
| My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up | |
| The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest | |
| I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest | |
| Father, if possible, pass this cup before me | |
| But it's too late, I chose my destiny in Gethsemane | |
| You see, I loved hard once but the love wasn't returned | |
| I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned | |
| And time, it turned, he tried to burn me like a perm | |
| Though my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn't let me learn | |
| From um, some dumb woman was I | |
| And every time he'd lie, he would cry and inside, I'd die | |
| My heart must have died a thousand deaths | |
| Compared myself to Toni Braxton, thought I'd never catch my breath | |
| Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest | |
| tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest | |
| Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest | |
| Diamonds deserve diamonds but he convinced me I was worth less | |
| When my peoples would protest | |
| I told them mind their business 'cause my shit was complex | |
| More than just the sex, I was blessed | |
| But couldn't feel it like when I was caressed | |
| I'd spend nights clutching my breasts, overwhelmed by God's test | |
| I was God's best, contemplating death with a Gillette | |
| But no man is ever worth the paradise manifest | |
| Gun-clap Shell cap, got them crawling on they back | |
| Come through with the Fu, they be who the **** is that | |
| It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu | |
| Lethal injection, witness protection | |
| Refugee camp's under investigation | |
| Gunshot bursts in all directions | |
| For the wack MC's we read your revelations | |
| Discharge through your pores, get raw and kill Boors | |
| I can Capleton when I'm on a tour | |
| Some manifest with slugs in they chest | |
| God bless all the cowboys in the Wild Wild West |
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