My Bread Lyrics

Mic check one two

To the three to the four

To the five to the six

Back to the two to the three

The Word is my meat

I evangelize on the beat

Flow with me

Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets

Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat

No No baked potato

No cheese on the quiche

But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead

Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets

Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat

No No baked potato

No cheese on the quiche

But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead

The game ain't nothing good

You could look forward to the jail house

Eating that commissary or six feet buried

No mail, no money, no visits they ain't coming out

But when you had them stacks everybody was coming out

Now you on ya back

Doing ten flat

Tell me is it really worth it doing business in the trap

Where the clothes where the rims where the jewels where the money at

Oh I know the lawyer enjoying that

Taking his kids to the park while yours all alone

Who gon raise them now reverse the Usher song cuz daddy gone

Up the river now mamma gotta take the throne

If she ain't out their busting it open teaching her lil girl how to throw it

Lil hooker number two that's where she going

Four years old dropping it low

But can't read, don't know her ABC's

Then you wan get jealous?

Cuz somebody else chose to do better

Cuz somebody else chose to apply the Letter

Its written

It teach you how to live, that's how I changed my living

Not weed

Not liquor

Not X

Not food

Not Xanax

Not syrup

Not sex

It didn't help me

You can get high as the sky but your problems won't fly

You just gon come down and have to go another round

I can't help it if I preach on every sound

I evangelize on the beat

The word is my meat

Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets

Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat

No, No baked potato

No cheese on the quiche

But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead

Chyna Whyte the Apostle of the streets

Pull your chair to the table I got food for you to eat

No No baked potato

No cheese on the quiche

But the word is my bread and I feed it to the dead

Like grape jelly and peanut butter on the bread

But it's more like a seafood platter using Popeye's secret batter

Man shall not live on bread alone

That's the statue

But on every word from GOD

Yahshua the Most High

The True Vine

The Good Shepherd

The GOD of Israel

He doesn't sleep nor does he slumber his name is Immanuel

GOD with us, he has many cuz he's all things to us

Took many whips on his back

Took all sin from us

Now tell me is it really worth it to sin for stuff

I ask myself that

I ain't going back

At least that's what I pray he said he will keep us from falling

But I gotta keep my mind his spirit

Cuz this flesh wan act a dog and

I don't want to miss my calling

The word is my life, my bread I eat it till I'm barfing

Out everything that's not like him

Cuz he is Holy he takes no part in sin

No Part