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stogie t - god's eye كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ah ,stogie t, ey you gon’ have to settle down man, you got a lot to get through, ait. after this man you gon’ have to decide, you know, i draw the line. make a decision, where do you stand

i. somewhere in the world
somewhere in the world some n-gga making a mean face
while making a meme
wasting time he could have dream chased
wasn’t he your fav?
now you wanna meek drake?
married onto the net
no bread but wanna eat cake
it’s bad enough people battling poverty rates
p-ssed down like 4x100m relay
it’s a dash to the summit
and hustlers can’t stomach
crabs in the bucket
that would cash in their mothers
facts!!
you not brothers, you b-st-rds covet
and p-ss judgment, tag others laugh at accomplishments that you can’t muster
bloodsucker, uncle ruckus types
watching us double bucks enough
to trouble and have your blood pressure bubble up
man, the f-ck is up?
you don’t like your life, level up!
get a job, get a shot or shoot yourself, cheddar bob
you hear em chatter on
dragging people to babylon
back em against the wall like
“where you hear that from?” (“i read a blog”)
had it with y’all chatty pattys and frauds adding you your salt to unbalance the sauce
and make a meal of it of course
you know the sort, to think a n-gga is dom, for selling spykos nama kota, but they can’t afford isonka
boss up!!
lace the jordans up
stand up like a lobster
put some jordan peterson in your walk punk
sure ’nuff, they want you to fail cuz they awestruck
applauding lames g-ssing them like they came in from austria
but i’m the wrong one, you paint me with the wrong brush
how can i hate what i create
just hope you cared for more than bucks
it’s really awesome i’m happy for your small run
you turned tired 16’s into a 4×4 son!
but clueless to the standards
it’s usually embarr-ssing to witness the p-b-scent hubris and arrogance
i was tutored from a different school of graduates
if we don’t see eye to eye
that’s the view from where i’m standing
so there you have it

ii. melila, immigrant stories
when kings run out of grace
kingdoms go up in flames
when k!lling is customary, your kin go running for safe
you don’t know her, but the story arc is the same
boat loads displaced, mostly young and afraid
row across the straits
coastguard when in spain
they trying to ship you back it’s a false start to your fate
but red cross lady knows that stoic display
it’s really masking the trauma that more than often is rape

it’s bottled rage, it’s cousins slain, its no funeral without a grave
it’s no conclusion to where poppa lay
without a pastors prayers no greener pastures there
lost in this unfamiliar world without family
cause she don’t wanna sound ungrateful for life
but sometimes she wonder if death is as painful as life
survival is like the most ill-fated price
a cruel joke designed to delight an absent divine

fools gold you left all your prospects behind
if you know what’s best forget what you left behind
keep the demons at bay
when they form to visit your mind
hope your demeanor don’t sway
when they call you immigrant swine
bidding your time
wounds heal, the lesson is tough
you meet a guy who’s real and gives you love
you’ll see that in time the newsreel with immigrants might come to leave you p-ssive
where you feel nothing but calm

iii. urban, black lives matter
“calm down” police dudes say
“keep it peaceful”
these run down streets is cruel and you people are lethal
crowd shouting vitriolic rhythms that they sing to
this march rowdy captain says this gathering’s illegal
you shot him for no reason
wasn’t hustling or dealing
found ounces of weed we know you target us repeated
it’s hard to argue when the witness say they seen it
some sobbing others seething
there’s gone be trouble this evening
county official is pleading through the media
let the law run its course
not a single soul believe him
but there’s an old swahili idiom that they teach us
rather than say “what will i eat” say
“what will i eat with.”
miss taylor walking past with a secret
old enough to remember her family members were beaten
jim crow lunacy an civil rights achievement
this road is usually a intricately winding decent

tell you what she feeling but conceals what she’s thinking
she bleeds for these children
but unyielding in her reasoning
too many funerals where children do the k!lling
same people screaming “justice!” is moving illicit
so f-ck this movement you cling to
this is twisted
its up to this n-gga k!lling kids to keep the peace here?
so she not shouting or picketing police
she keeps it in and weeps
while yearning for inner peace
peace

iv. james fort, gambia slave trade
to my dearest loving spouse
how to begin this letter does truly confound
however to render god thanks for his mercies abound
for you could take pleasure to read what i am blessed to announce
my safe p-ssage through this perilous journey
evidenced clearly in earlier journal entries where death was a certainty
you could scarce image the anguish tormenting me
that i would never see london’s sun set or feel it’s breeze

we arrived safe in gambia river
lost some silver, sugar stock delivered sadly half the crew succ-mb to shivers
and all these dastardly circ-mstances followed hither
the man you came to know as harrison p-ssed even quicker
the slave markets here seem bigger
shrewd traders scheme with cruel slavers to pull raids on poor natives
i’ve come to believe with some degree of certainty
this place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
but i am stilled by scripture
that we are not condemned for ’tis right of men to reign over beasts here
as long as we clear
it’s not barbaric bloodletting when prophetic god messengers have decreed it
but i’m afraid the good lords word isn’t heeded
i am often treated to the despotic forms of the heathen
one only notice the man-made contours of lesions to see that abolitionists might have cause for grievance
and set us on a course against these unsociable people
the iron and branded might seek redress from the evils
not my intention to present woe from this reading
just let this stand evidence of foretold upheaval
i must leave you
you must attend to whatever yorkshire county happenstance steals you
farewell for now my dearest love until i see you
on this earth, in your heart or his glorious kingdom

v. al raqqa, syria
[hook]
caliphate, caliphate, caliphate
god is great, god is great, god is great
caliphate, caliphate, caliphate
cut his head, cut his head, cut his head

i got sniper rifles on deck
rpg’s for infidels
81 milimeter motar sh-lls
send these demons back to h-ll
it’s sharia law or nothing else
can’t reason with the devil
if i live for war is cause peace is meant to keep the deen suppressed
don’t beloeve the west with their bbcs and their cnns
on tv screen just sin and flesh
filthy women living for s-x
sickly infected men kissing men
dumb citizens call me a terrorist in defense
your military does even worse to the innocent with missile tanks

so its off with your head
bonafide for the islamic state
more martyrs for the caliphate
gorgeous l-ss when i enter the gates
soldiers spilneless cowardly ways of drone attacks with our family’s in bed
lock us up in guantenemo bay
allah ta’alla will never forsake

[hook]
caliphate, caliphate, caliphate
god is great, god is great, god is great
caliphate, caliphate, caliphate
cut his head, cut his head, cut his head

vi. aspirational lives, south africa
barely n0body says louis vuitton
so this sn0b b-tch pouting ’cause they pr-nounce this sh-t wrong
ain’t o points for being right
bag the shoe h-rn and move on
these n-ggas properly buy it
so who putting who on?
came from coupons and four room walls
to hashtag #foodp-rn
in five star restaurants from europe
it ain’t a new song
but sure sounds different to the usual
meet a guy give him time
think he fly and that you slow
he sneaking out with his guys making her tony kukoc
she sneaking out with his guys making a right with two wrongs
something to chew on settle for d-cks who’s loot long as luke longley
centre of the bullsh-t you on, ey

don’t n0body say l’occitane
but they washed they sins with it when they bought new tans
he old enough to be dad, she grown enough to be bad
the money up is a web a 419 scam
the hood talking
they love to see n-ggas living it up
the hood talking
the horses scream when they picking her up
the loubs force her to walk like she got a stick in her b-tt
the lube on her you won’t believe what they stick in her b-tt
this young, uptight stiff neck upstart
she gone tell you it ain’t balmain(bal mein) its balmain (bal mah n)
and that qualify her to buy more
but they ain’t buying till they try it
so it’s goodbye ma, hey sidebar
yall can pretend all you want, like this is stuff i’m making up
this is someone’s life and i ain’t audacious enough to judge
some tragic, some not
we know it’s nikey, not nike
we know your wifey got got for a business cl-ss flight (stogie)

vii. evolutions of the world
darkness abound, spark and a sound
particles move apart, and atoms make stars
dust from matter, galaxies, it’s all around
but when man sees air, land and sea he calls it god
make fire conquer the earth but can’t explain dying
so he wrote on the wall for those that came after
cave science same place the ape found it
those genes tore off but i guess they made giants
pyramids scheme what a scene
slaves dying
cause some king and family seem to claim ‘you highness’
gold on his neck but chains for the rest
stored treasure locked away in a chamber when he rests
fall of an empire another one rise up
war builds monuments, crumbled by infighting
row row your boat, guided by poseidon
’till the four corners of the globe know you as a t-tan
or queen of the island
the sun would never set on
who ruled over pygmies she never even heard off
shaka shirt off
genghis khan rip you head of
both fatherless some will claim
that is the pay off
but then there’s adolf
tore families apart and some of them gave birth to bernie madoffs
takeoff with your pension to stellenbosch
the natives want their inheritance to sell it off

viii. leeuhof prison, south africa
it’s like the solace of death sentences
lethal injection
scores evened and settled
no reprieve for the rachet
only the wicked get sent here
he has to tell himself or at least plead to the reverend
anything to make sense of it
rapists and murderes get no place in the heavens
is that truly god’s telling?
he worked leeuhof 20 odd years but what haunts him?
he just never could place the smell of it
just the sheer dense stench of it
washed three times a day and again
still it lingered on, the evidence the death of it, what h-ll is this?

inmates given time to make it fit the crime
but it’s a lie
’cause ain’t no future in this present tense
it’s like an event
new recruits and usually everybody is tense, tell you the truth of it
rival gangs know the scent its a crucible of sorts
even the proudest of men knelt like a lutheran
youth is k!lled by witnessing a k!ller get k!lled
so much k!lling can’t tell who the victim is

he’s seen psychopaths
some cry or laugh
others who would call for their mother’s with their last gasp
seen they skin lose color and their eyes collapse
that sh-t stays with you long after the f-cking fact
he can never could place the smell of it
just the sheer dense stench of it
washed three times a day and again
still it lingered on, the death of it

never one to judge the court system or due process
cause for the victims there’s fewer prospects
it courses misery for who got left
and all the families living with painful consequences sh-t is senseless
but if you was him then you’d confessed
there’s good folks here who just prove wrong parenting
sometimes it’s really who the fruit falls next to
the blacker the berry the more juice they inject in you

he could never place the smell of it
just the sheer dense stench of it
washed three times a day and again
still it lingered on, the death of it

- stogie t

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