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amxxr - deacon jones lyrics

[verse 1:]
my soul froze i heard the deacon speaking
haven’t prayed in some months but i don’t need a reason
yeah learn to separate the church streets
whatever’s putting food on the table
that’ll work for me
devils in the details of that paperwork
dms got ya bm on her knees and i know it hurts
and to make it worse
see the reaper but it’s deeper than what i put in verse
don’t get baptized in these rap lies they nort ordained
you was thinking wit ya d+ck
you should’ve use ya brains
duffle bag boy on thе train but never servеd em cane
failures not an option but who am i to place the blame
beware of men who say they doing gods work
beware if women who keep ya brain inside they skirt
higher purpose walking on a lower surface
don’t gotta see the demons but i feel em lurking
front row seat from hand held a to newer digis
economic crisis throwing grams like a f+cking frisbee
the love they showing fake so they can never miss me
power in the wrong hands make you drunk i never been tipsy…beloved

[chorus:]
deacon jones
can you pray for me?
been sinning hoping he don’t take a day from me
paranoid cuz i’m in purpose
and they play funny
stupid games stupid prize
so don’t play dummy
hands up high
[verse 2:]
life’ll do you dirty for no f+cking reason
took a couple l’s
but had a winning season
never cross the fam that’s a different treason
walk across the ozone that’s a different breathing
pray for lost souls before the devil find em
no malice when i push a t that’s a different grinding
skipped a couple classes never missed assignments
220 on the dash that’s a different mileage
rewind fast forward i am still that n+gga
in public or in private i am still that figure
and life is a song where you don’t get a chorus
i place some flowers on ya head
like i was a born a florist
faking on the gram that was never for us
we put grams on a scale cuz that was more important
deacon jones i need uh prayer
i feel the devil breathing
the judge trying to sentence me to 12 seasons
you ever passed on ya finger to avoid the charges
nowadays my life is brighter that was much darker
i’m swinging now like hurricane carter
my book of life i’m the publisher and the author beloved

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