Thursday, March 11, 2010

Sunday Morning Testimonial

Listen to Charles Hamilton - Sunday Morning Testimonial


[Verse 1]

No friends, selective family

All for the goal of collecting Grammies

Plenty of stress, a mess i cant see

Blessed to stand, i wont accept the plan B

On my left to take a breath as a man

Mom wasn't happy, didn't respect my damn dreams

So what i made lots of new shit,

She rather me stop to do gospel music

But in my defense your honor

I put a vent in the midst of playing shit behind bishop honor

Traded my organ days in for more days of more pain but in more ways I'm patient

My saving grace was a instrumental tape in which i break my pencil tape to say shit

Though i do get offended with hey shit, i made it so now you cant say shit


[Hook]

Cant nobody make you a man or a woman

So you always gotta do what you can

And if you get tired and you don't understand, just keep in mind

Maybe you can make it alive

Till then just pray that you'd be safe through the night

Just be real with your heart inside, look in my eyes


[Verse 2]

Two black eyes, broken nose, jumped going home wishing i was holding chrome

Close to overdose from poking holes in my flesh, nowhere close to home

Don't you know that in a city where the streets are nowhere close to gold

I would roam perfecting my I'm just joking flow, so I don't care what you rappers tell me

I had some help from Marshal Mathers LP, a little bit of Pac, of course Rak

And the Roc man, new jay shit god damn, to be the best in the mess i was presented

I played DMX and the stress would get diminished

Big L died before his time, but he could understand the after life more than I

So I rhyme to keep saying believe that

Thanks to Andre young and 3 stacks.


[Hook]


Cant nobody make you a man or a woman

So you always gotta do what you can

And if you get tired and you don't understand, just keep in mind

Maybe you can make it alive

Till then just pray that you'd be safe through the night

Just be real with your heart inside, look in my eyes

[Verse 3]

When Ye hit the scene, i was excited

Finally someone spits the shit i spit

Sometimes i feel that he spits only that i get

For my approval, like here Charles do you like it?

As for as Wasalu i salute, do what you gotta do

Mohammed is watching you

But sometimes i gotta fit in so i get reckless

Cause reckless shit is all that gets respected

So to the kids crying wishing they was dying

You ain't gotta be like them to get where i am

I keep looking down with a smile

As the best thing coming from H town in awhile

Please don't give up, i almost died chasing this dream with my angry 16s

The age of 16, the grave had missed me, so i swear on my all that I'm making history


[Hook x2]

Cant nobody make you a man or a woman

So you always gotta do what you can

And if you get tired and you don't understand, just keep in mind

Maybe you can make it alive,

Till then just pray that you'd be safe through the night

Just be real with your heart inside, look in my eyes


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