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stik figa - hallelujah lyrics

[chorus]

hallelujah! hallelujah!
put your hands high
mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied
all my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly
lying in a pool of blood getting baptized
hallelujah! hallelujah!
put your hands high
mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied
all my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly
lying in a pool of blood getting baptized

[verse one]

don’t overthink it no need to relinquish secrets
want the whole story i only give them the pieces
thinking it’s competing, the lessons never completed
to punish the heretics need strict adherence to the edict
word to the sanhedrin who l-st for a place of prominence
wicked dominance was accomplished with most accomplices
overconfidence, self-serving, corrupted politics
ominous retribution promised, watch the apocalypse
a man without country, consultant or emb-ssy
a planet out of orbit, satellite no frequency
working from a deficit trying to claim victory
since infancy without and infantry fight through the injury
vandalize the edifice decoding what it represents
more than decorative excavations of the evidence
decimating the sections of natives desert the settlement
reward our negligence with a pocket full of presidents

[chorus]

[verse two]

carried on these shoulders a heavy load of commitment
never handed folks carry low opinions
making loaded statements they swear they know from a distance
they put me under the scope to see where i’m inconsistent
for it was written as forgiveness and not permission
sticking to the tenents not chasing an apparition
follow premonition dismissing my apprehension
contingent of the blessing these critics wish to inhibit
heard your suggestions, i question if you’re even objective
misdirected, projections, mean you might’ve missed the message
but any weapon you form i promise is ineffective
but any weapon you form i promise is ineffective
and i heard that you could move a mountain with faith
but all this praying ain’t moving these bullets out of the way
between here and the stars, i’ve been counting the sp-ce
every night, trying to read what your countenance say
on god

[chorus]

- stik figa lyrics

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