Sister Act

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

'90s baby, my first toy was a pen and pad

I sold a thug to a nigga, then made him give it back

My words is like a lecture to the kids in class

I'm like a choir to the youth, they call me Sister Act

When I pen every verse, I live with the herd and dig in the dirt

Witnessed it first, they puttin' limbs in a hearse

I remember it first, Christmas in church

They found a dead body under the tree, guess every gift is a curse (Uh)

The clothes elegant, fro melanin, so evident

I wrote medicine for the set, the poems evidence

My soul heaven-sent, flow stupid, spoke intelligent

Can't buy happiness 'cause the love is sold separate

Clone the pen I wrote this verse with and make it hard to get

And sell it to every rapper just as a starter kit

These lil' rappers my students, this how I teach

From a podium in front of a class, I tell 'em sing

[Chorus]

Lift every voice

Slave to survival, but God told us every sin is a choice

I watched niggas make a chopper sing and lift every voice

What you expect from a menace? They ain't give him no choice, nah

Lift every voice

Slave to survival, but God told us every sin is a choice

I watched niggas make a chopper sing and lift every voice

What you expect from a menace? They ain't give him no choice, nah

[Verse 2]

I spit metaphors to the youth, they call me Sister Black

A fiend for success, them record labels pitchin' crack

Was addicted to bein' fly 'cause I wear my heart

The attention is like a drug and it's painful when it's wearin' off

My body language, but they say it's Spanish

Could draw a crowd with a blank canvas

Brain damage, born sinner, could take my ultrasound and sell it to a priest

And stillborn babies come out the belly of the beast

Damn, I don't cast my votes in a Trump republic

Ain't no difference from a Charleston White and an Uncle Ruckus

And a solid weapon ain't a weapon from a shooter

'Cause the bullets is the data and the weapons is computers

I cry at night 'til the screams stop (Yeah)

'Til I seen God, 'cause I cry rivers and bleed clots

A student of the game, lessons that I teach

From a podium in front of a class, I tell 'em sing

[Chorus]

Lift every voice

Slave to survival, but God told us every sin is a choice

I watched niggas make a chopper sing and lift every voice

What you expect from a menace? They ain't give him no choice, nah

Lift every voice

Slave to survival, but God told us every sin is a choice

I watched niggas make a chopper sing and lift every voice

What you expect from a menace? They ain't give him no choice, nah

[Outro]

To understand the political philosophy of this man, we must go back to his youth, to the moment in the air

A person who's creative, by their ways creative

And if they're creative in that respect, they don't even care about those other things

Who was it who said writing is the easiest thing on Earth?

That's the easiest thing on Earth is to come up with an idea

And the second thing is the hardest thing is to put it down

Life is tough, baby, a real struggle

From the womb to the tomb