SnapSuit - Rydah's & Punks

I come to you father in the name Jesus
Thank you, Lord
Forgive me for my sins, Lord (Thank you, Jesus, thank you, Jesus)
Yahweh, Yahweh
I thank you for another day of wakening (Thank you for your blood)
To be the best that I can be
Thank you for your love
I love you, God
Oooo I'ma Rydah Rydah, I'ma let you Driggas, knowwwww
How my God work, God's work, he'll never let me folddddddd
Only Punks fall short of what they worth, gave God all controlllllll
I'ma Rydah Rydah, I'ma let you Driggas
Woke up this morning feeling sluggish
Pac through the speaker while I'm praying feeling thuggish
Walking through the valley see shadows I ain't buggin
God laid a hand on his plan part dozen
Jesus, yea, I'm freezing cause I'm feeling crucified
Some morning when I wake, I be mad I didn't die
Then I kiss my children, I'm reminded of the prize
Ohhhhhhh, yea, second Corinthians eight through eleven
Gotta finish strong with the knowledge that is given
Floating down ah river, and not once did I quiver
Not ah shiver, what's a quitter
And the devil won't deliver
Held at gunpoint in front my job I couldn't move
Told that fuck nigga shoot, I'm protected by the truth
My cup runneth over, I'm lucky like ah clover
Never once was I forsaken, he the eyes behind my shoulder
Oooo I'ma Rydah Rydah, I'ma let you Driggas, knowwwww
How my God work, God's work, he'll never let me folddddddd
Only Punks fall short of what they worth, gave God all controlllllll
I'ma Rydah Rydah, I'ma let you Driggas
Raising two by myself, with the help of my sister
My mother, my father, ain't ah punk going harder
Some leave leaving deceived seeds
Selfish principles to busy chasing greed
What about they needs like going to the park
Shooting hoops or ah hula hoop
My daughter love that
Make you wanna put drugs back
You gotta hustle for that t-bone steak
My two year old Drigga, he so great
My first baby mama like he won't break
Some look at God like he so late
Another brick thrown at you like D-Bo's face
Can't do it on my own, only at God pace
Vision of a wraith, no respect, if you child neglect
Cut ya water off
Word to Umoja, what's important that yo children know
You crossing all borders, when they smile it's Florida
Oooo I'ma Rydah Rydah, I'ma let you Driggas, knowwwww
How my God work, God's work, he'll never let me folddddddd
Only Punks fall short of what they worth, gave God all controlllllll
I'ma Rydah Rydah
And uh
One the most important personalities of the music in this century
The geniuses, the masters, You mean now they doing it
I didn't start off to play music, more like, being a contest
Or something, like, the best this and the best that
But ya know, you have to do witchu, do what you feel, ya know
And then you, then you can, make other people feel it
In order to create, you have to be kind of selfish, ya know

Written by:
Dwight Bailey Jr.

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