Hostile Gospel, Part 2 (Deliver Me) Songtext
von Talib Kweli feat. Sizzla

[Intro: Talib Kweli & (Sizzla)
Oh! (Deliver me, oh my father)
Haha, come on
Yeah, this the one right here (Talib Kweli)
(Oh! Deliver me, oh my father)
What? What? Yeah


Deliver me from temptation, the weaker man facin′
You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation
Die on my feet before I live on my knees, Lord
Deliver me from point A to B like livery, nothin' is free
You gotta be a hero to save, they got you workin′ like a slave
From the crib to the grave, from minimum wage
You barely keep a job or a home, a car or a phone
Forget about gettin' a loan, you startin' to moan
Your bank account is gettin′ withdrawn
It′s pitiful how we becomin' slaves to things that we own
They enslavin′ our brains with the whips and the chains
End up in a coffin chasin' the fortune, chasin′ the fame
Slave to the rhythm, slave to the night, slave to the day
They hop aboard the Underground Railroad and run away
Pray for the day niggas don't get taken away
For makin′ a way to stop they baby's stomach achin' today
A sip of whiskey, straight, no chase
It′s hard to take a man away from the sin when it′s inside of him
Please

Oh! (Deliver me, oh my father)
Yes, yes
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me
Jamaica to Kings County, God
(Oh! Deliver me, oh my father)
Yes, yes, yes
Deliver me from temptation, the weaker man facin′
You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation


Rescue my soul and let my days go right
Keep on preserving all days of my life
With your strength I'll wake to another day so bright
They say nothing′s wrong with you, it's all in your mind
I preach myself to see and yet they′re hurting my kind
Look around and see, don't be acting blind
The system hurting us, it's just not kind
Now what′s the worst thing a man could ever find?
The thing is life for something he didn′t do, locked up in some place
Listen up, you're now growing up, I′ll tell you something
They will lock you in the deepest of dungeon
Take away the materials, leave me by myself
Life is all I've got, comfortable with my health
Aim by your love, love by a few, gosh I′m blessed
To get it like you did, that's how I felt

Oh! (Deliver me, oh my father)
What? What?
Deliver me from the evil that′s all around me
Jamaica to Kings County, God
(Oh! Deliver me, oh my father)
Yes, yes, yes
Deliver me from temptation, the weaker man facin'
You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation

Plug in the mic like I'm gunnin′ a bike
Front if you like, I′m movin' fast, my life is runnin′ the lights
I give my son some advice, eyes on the prize
Keep more than one in your sight
Won't win a gunfight if you brung you a knife
I′m drawin' blood from the rock and keep floodin′ the block
With rhymes sharper than the razor that be cuttin' the box
For sure I gotta move niggas with rocks in they socks
The prostitutes sellin' the shit right in front of the cops
Under the street lamp, walkin′ through the rain until her feet damp
Single moms in line at the office because they need stamps
Your cousin out of jail, he spend his time findin′ God
With a felony kinda charge, it's kinda hard to find a job
He gotta make a decision, the situation he′s placed in is
He gotta get that gainful employment for his probation
Otherwise he's just another part of the scenery
Just because you got out of jail, that don′t mean you're free

Oh! (Deliver me, oh my father)
What? What?
Deliver me from the evil that′s all around me
Jamaica to Kings County, God
(Oh! Deliver me, oh my father)

Oh, gotta survive the system, it just ain't right
And everywhere you go they wanna give you a fight
Gotta survive the system, and that's for sure
And every minute seen ′em coming at the border
Oh, yeah, yeah
I gotta reach out to the Lord
Some wicked men seekin′ for my soul, yeah
Uh, uh, yo, yo, yo
Life's a reality
Sizzla Kalonji, Talib Kweli