Blue Benediction Lyrics

Turn all your candles on

Tell me that Your Light won't fade

Tell me that there's more of us

Tell me that Your Hope won't die

My city is an aquarium congested with pirañas

Excited from the red that be spilling from the violence

You think folk would speak hope, but most don't acknowledge

Tired of the nonsense that got us here in bondage

Carnage like an honor shorties wear like a garnish

Breaking news demonic, make a man want to vomit

Or maybe turn Amish, leave this cityscape's carnage

Behind us God is minimized, to a store front imposter

And toxifying chronic not a father

Teach our sons how to profit daughters wear pajamas

Trying to find their inner goodness

Posting sad pics, replacing all loving comments

That never came from their father

Thinking porn is honor and IG is their promise

Cardi got them. A Corner store world view

Identity counterfeits and lifestyle condoms

It's Acts seventeen philosophies on the feed

Where Old G's claim the truth, but religion is no deeper than a suit

As they steal from the pews outside we play the blues

It's the soundtrack for our news

The hood bible is a rap song with exaggerated liars

Dreaming of a block where Pac is The Messiah

Missing the Messiah for a misaimed desire

Wide road to the fire leaving much to be desired in this blinking light pick your vice

Blue Empire, Blue

Turn all your candles on

Tell me that Your Light won't fade

Tell me that there's more of us

Tell me that Your Hope won't die

Turn all your candles on

Tell me that Your Light won't fade

Tell me that there's more of us

Tell me that Your Hope won't die

Only hope is Christ sitting on the stoop, the throne

And knowing how to turn blue and red to purple hues

Look, Look, Look, Look, Look

I admit my birthplace is love and hate

Hugging the Go's like a cold embrace

Love meets pain living in this kind of state

Is Illinoise without saying

Walk Broadway, see the un-namely, unspoken hearts broken

Segregation been a cancer now we open our political deck of cards

Heads rolling, you read it on your mobile we see it in the open

Need a Red Spade to win game, Christ only

City more gully than your guys claim to be

Without claiming one thing

Never flash our class on pinky rings

We be more east than west

More work than rest

With blue collar charms at best

No Hollywood this is hoop dreams hall

RIP to 90's all the scenes we from

A salute to Stik

(Un Abrazo)

My final so long

I do the work of God

Don't know what'll happen tomorrow

Peace to all "seventy-seven" living through the hard work and resting on the Seventh

All my Years in the Chi

Soundtracked by Resurrection

One thing I know, One thing I know

Only thing worth, worth repeating in my flows

Christ is Risen. May there be peace upon my city