poison land Forgive me, Father, they forced my hand Yo, Trag, we been down for years (Word) From rappin' in the 'hood to promising careers It's all good, the rap game
and then He gave me to a farmer who was trying to save his land I was good luck to a soldier back in WWII He lost me in a poker game the day the war
and taken off my hat A Sunday morning takes me back Growing up under that hometown church steeple Learning God hates sin but still loves people The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land
the [unverified] and the republic rats Are flashing their toothy smiles And Uncle Tom is posing for a photo op with the Oval Office clan And Uncle Sam is rigging cockfights in the Promised Land
Garden Of Man Harmony is in your hand. If we will believe Sweet Promises of fantasy That comes from every land. And we can grow. Grow grow grow Grow grow
at the crossroads Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads Violins and trumpets play 25 thousand people in a golden sleigh On there way to the promised land
are high, the valleys are low You are confused by which way to go I know there's someone who'll give you a hand Lead you into the promised land, yeah
leather like the ladies Bigger than the crack in the 80's [Incomprehensible] the buggy I Mercedes Blow up like C-4 Got so much to live for Can't play the game
Of timing and perfect season believing this thing is bigger Than faces and sound scan reaching for the completion Of purpose in promised land watchin' behind the curtain For certain the game
divine I want to be in Your presence I want to be where You are Come give me grace for this moment I wanna be found where You are Looking for this promised land
match that burnt the whole world down. Farewell, to that basement noise the virgin games of girls and boys. Five men stand at the end of a long hard road facing a land
smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke Got married at the crack hotel in south man No damn hope, I loc with the game
The hoes sick cause them jelous bitches wanna Vyla coma vana Mariajuana You was born in Mexico but I took the chance And brought your ass across to the promise lands
A heavy sigh, a wilderness A fight for life, a fading sky A fleeting glance, a perfect crime A journey's end, a dying flame A promised land, a final game
man We're from the land to the escalades (nigga get paid!) Lemonade, tangaray, never change your ways 'cause you a dame, keep me sane like a walk in the rain Taught to the game
And watch them scurry to escape the glass, leave the collection and have a life of their own, well get rich you'll hate it too.. I promise.. [Chorus
odyssey monolith Overseeing the game Over being part of the same Old thing it's all gonna change In a hurricane of darkness and pain In acidic rain and promises
odyssey monolith Overseein the game, over bein part of the same old thing it's all gonna change in a hurricane darkness and pain, and acidic rain and promises