| Song | Blessed Are Those |
| Artist | Killah Priest |
| Album | Heavy Mental |
| 作词 : Aye, Reed | |
| Intro/Chorus | |
| It goes: life, difficult times, and mad crimes | |
| Some pay the price, while others refine | |
| Blessed are those who struggle -- | |
| God loves you | |
| And Wisdom is the principle thing for | |
| Kings and | |
| Queens (repeat 2X) | |
| Many alliance will end, it's like a sad song from a violin, trapped like | |
| Daniel's in the | |
| Lion's Den | |
| Tryin to pie-rce the iron skin, of | |
| Leviathan | |
| Souls blowin in the violent winds | |
| God help us, if we die in sign, | |
| I hear the trials in the cries of men, that's when the riot begins | |
| Like things never get better, we forever servin | |
| Ebekenezer, since the days of our ancestors | |
| Slaves to a mad pleasure, building great architectures | |
| Sharp dressers, smart professors | |
| Start my lecture, | |
| I build lyrics like a art director | |
| Show it to you like the film projector | |
| Blessed are those who struggle, from day to day we all hustle | |
| Comin home with sore muscles, and scarred faces | |
| Scuffed knuckles, we all share the same trouble | |
| Seperated couples, sometimes it seem like there's no escapin, the clutches of | |
| Satan Spendin years in state pens, awaitin patient | |
| Dreams of a scholarship, ended by a hollowtip | |
| Politics and number slip | |
| Chorus Once, shoved in ships, now we | |
| Bloods and | |
| Crips Thugs with clips, niggaz who love the clicks | |
| Hit the clubs and shit, so they can rub their hips | |
| Hugs and flicks, niggaz with drugs and whips | |
| Cash Rules this | |
| Rotten Apple, they got a worm in it | |
| Corrupt sinners, in my man's jeep with the windows tinted, sippin | |
| Guinness Observin all the clinics, and liquor spots | |
| They make me lick a shot through the rooftop | |
| I never seen the glory | |
| In the ghetto it's the same story | |
| Ciggarette butts and cold coffee, black faces and white mouths, they cry out, for the | |
| White House | |
| Ain't no wealth shared, it's welfare and poor health care, self scared | |
| It's senseless, the way they got our black princess on public assistance to end our existance | |
| Chorus It's a blessing... to struggle | |
| It's a blessing... (repeat 2X) | |
| Yeahhyeahhh, it's a blessing, just a blessing | |
| It's a blessing... *fades* |
| zuò cí : Aye, Reed | |
| Intro Chorus | |
| It goes: life, difficult times, and mad crimes | |
| Some pay the price, while others refine | |
| Blessed are those who struggle | |
| God loves you | |
| And Wisdom is the principle thing for | |
| Kings and | |
| Queens repeat 2X | |
| Many alliance will end, it' s like a sad song from a violin, trapped like | |
| Daniel' s in the | |
| Lion' s Den | |
| Tryin to pierce the iron skin, of | |
| Leviathan | |
| Souls blowin in the violent winds | |
| God help us, if we die in sign, | |
| I hear the trials in the cries of men, that' s when the riot begins | |
| Like things never get better, we forever servin | |
| Ebekenezer, since the days of our ancestors | |
| Slaves to a mad pleasure, building great architectures | |
| Sharp dressers, smart professors | |
| Start my lecture, | |
| I build lyrics like a art director | |
| Show it to you like the film projector | |
| Blessed are those who struggle, from day to day we all hustle | |
| Comin home with sore muscles, and scarred faces | |
| Scuffed knuckles, we all share the same trouble | |
| Seperated couples, sometimes it seem like there' s no escapin, the clutches of | |
| Satan Spendin years in state pens, awaitin patient | |
| Dreams of a scholarship, ended by a hollowtip | |
| Politics and number slip | |
| Chorus Once, shoved in ships, now we | |
| Bloods and | |
| Crips Thugs with clips, niggaz who love the clicks | |
| Hit the clubs and shit, so they can rub their hips | |
| Hugs and flicks, niggaz with drugs and whips | |
| Cash Rules this | |
| Rotten Apple, they got a worm in it | |
| Corrupt sinners, in my man' s jeep with the windows tinted, sippin | |
| Guinness Observin all the clinics, and liquor spots | |
| They make me lick a shot through the rooftop | |
| I never seen the glory | |
| In the ghetto it' s the same story | |
| Ciggarette butts and cold coffee, black faces and white mouths, they cry out, for the | |
| White House | |
| Ain' t no wealth shared, it' s welfare and poor health care, self scared | |
| It' s senseless, the way they got our black princess on public assistance to end our existance | |
| Chorus It' s a blessing... to struggle | |
| It' s a blessing... repeat 2X | |
| Yeahhyeahhh, it' s a blessing, just a blessing | |
| It' s a blessing... fades |