need a little bit more of my vocal in my right headphone.
Now a little bit in my left.
this is the day, that the
And I will rejoice, and I will rejoice,
and be glad, and be glad.
Back in the day, we used to go to
Riding the church bus, acting a fool
Breath smelling like milk from that
Our backs an exhibition from
Tight dress shoes and clip on ties
You wanna smile for pictures but
We'd buy a bag of sweets before
Strictly jolly ranchers cause
The toughest niggas never had no beef
My tongues were purple and green
With an hour later sticking
Then it came time for the offering plate
The only money that I had
I used to cry from getting
Or sitting in the back laughing
Nobody owes no more because
But as corny as it sounds I felt safe in
I'm sick and tired of all the isms, isms
I think they only breed racism
Things are getting out of hand
and I don't know what to do
None of my boys were there to
share when we were going to
can we really judge each other?
will die if that's your mother
Our faith is gone and there's
When we waste time always arguing
small differences in doctrine
The people who dwell in glass houses
Should not throw rocks at other
people who stay in the project
Christian that respects all religions
No matter what they are, even atheism
Bates, I guarantee that you're the fool
Cause I am where I am because of
This is the day, this is the day
So I will rejoice, I will rejoice
Rock and roll, shake it, take it,
Basie and I rock the place
This a 1995 style, you know what saying?
Actually, this is more like a 1998 style.
Basie, I'm too deep for y 'all.
Alright, now let's double that.