Praise

Album cover art for "Praise" by Block McCloud & Jus Allah

Block McCloud & Jus Allah - Rap, Hardcore Rap

Praise

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[Verse: Jus Allah] I am from a broken home No doctors, no folks at home No father home, papa was a rolling stone Sitting in the dark, burnt out, copper tone At eight, that's great weight on your collarbone I was so livid, can't put a pig in lipstick [?] vivid, it was no picnic Being black, lack of options Bad synopsis If I had a matchbox that'll match boxes This is middle ground, meet the [?] you down You get the kills for the best deals in town No lobster or salmon This is not the Hamptons It's a lot of famine [?] Short lived poor kids with gun powder In under an hour We call 'em 1-800-flowers Drugs and guns, struggling loved ones Ain't nobody got the deluxe sums and trust funds

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Credits

Writers
  • Block McCloud
  • Jus Allah