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Jay Electronica

Annakin's Prayer

 

Annakin's Prayer


Look at this bitch smilin in a nigga face I hate her
I can drill a hole at the earths equator
Fill it with dynamite and make another moon a craters
See ya later
She ain't know, that innocent shit with obi-wan behind the jedi back
Can turn anakin to vader
Shit your lack of faith in the force is disturbing
And if it wasn't jack daniels and parliament lights it woulda been murder
My eyes is red like ketchup
Tired of playin catch up
Laying on the floor starin at the dresser
Got on my knees and prayed til they bleed
Dear god, I'm a sick motherfucker
I even fool myself, I'm a slick motherfucker
I'm sick of the scandalous livin
I don't think even I'm equipped for a higher standard of livin
But if you give him one more chance and forgive him
Hell push that negative gene into oblivion
Heres what I'll do
Put you in this basket
And float you down to mississippi
Twenty miles from the bayou
Heres grace heres sty-le
Have faith cause I'm a try you
My mama introduced me to the scripture
The channel four news introduced me to the shit that produced hitler
I was a young lad, three stooges superman batman and riddler
Moonwalk, windmill, freeze for the picture
My grandma taught me courage
She told me never let the grizzly bears eat your porridge
Or you'll just be a carcuss dying slowly in the forest
I could never thank her for it
But I can slay a devil when I see one
Steady practice mastery of self so not to be one
Life is like a rerun
Season after season
Bums on the train bums (bombs) from the plane
Of disgruntled citizen being trialed for treason...
Whatever

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