Rhymes And Reasons

Sean Slaughter

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    I don't rhyme for the money, clothes, cars or fast women
    Iced out jewels, fame or the platinum
    The pen and pad form monogamy and rep the colony
    If you feel follow me, this is the christ philosophy (2x)

    Before i spit let me pray lord elshadai
    If this is out of ya will then cut it from the thigh
    I want to be obedient to ya call and answer
    Not just romance ya, flip then throw a tantrum

    Some things that i see is irking me, over working me
    Violation like burglary, deep like surgery
    It seem we got teachers and preachers straight robbing us
    Leaders of the christian populace stay jogging us

    With philosophies and theories that's man maid, man laid
    Chill, is that in the gospels, yo man wait
    I tried and tried to ignore and understand it
    Squeeze it within my bandwidth, initially i banned it

    Cause christ ain't center his life on my blessing
    And christ ain't centered on money making lessons
    And christ ain't die on the cross to make cash
    If you think so, make like sugar grits and break-fast

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    Where did you get this don't tell me the spirit is your witness
    You laid prostrate praying to the christ relentless
    Or did you skip him solely relying on five senses
    To back up ya plan out of a chapter used ya sentence

    Listen, the people of god need to flourish, need to be encouraged
    Need to be taught to move with courage
    But these leaders bling-blinging and our pockets ching-chinging
    Man, speak the word of the lord, my spirits fiending

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    Through many trials and travels, i witnessed idol babel
    Seen wicked plans unravels instead of rock they gravel
    I see the tales they tattle, steez be the big cheese
    The big man, its like hand shaking eddie scissorhand

    You want the doe fam, go spit with x and jigga man
    You can't lead the way duke, you pop the cork on liquor man
    That ain't fresh, cigarettes and e&j on morning breath
    The mind of christ you more than left, soon for you we mourning death

    Check ya mind state, wwjd that hold weight
    More than ya crib, ya whip, and ya karat gold plate
    Follow christ not socrates, he's still flesh and bone
    Upon his ear is where i rest my tone, still addressing home

    Pressing on, what the word say, instead of wordplay
    You walk in first light thon, i'm living out the third day
    I, got christ in the worst way, as the deer pants when he's thirsty
    I long for the living water

    So leader's whatch your preaching, what type of bread you heating
    Is it the word of god or did you slip and mix the leaven
    Release yourself and trust in christ for task that's insurmountable
    Cause' in the end you my friend that help fully accountable

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