Bended Knee to the Man Upstairs Songtext
von Bronze Nazareth

Yo, the street planter, meat handler, the pursuit grammar
Residue scammer black camera
Bubble Moroccan shot at this gossip, like exploding shuttle
I sleep puddles and need potholes
Wish Bush got closed like Kennedy Headstone

Instead of me dead zone
Fled chrome crashes, now I′ma blow axis off
'Cause no cash is caught, from not black bosses
Often I′m off this planet, sing a song like daughter Janet
How cocaine grows and my brain thinking of planting
A field of dreams gold and silver's my scheme

To pass rocks like name if, OJ passed mountain cops
Fountain tops quench thirst, bent birds blew my high
She so beautiful, I lick from cuticle to thigh
But she'll never be mine
Devilish grin with a heavenly mind


Step on landmines, damn mines, it been a ling trip
And I′m not sure I made it yet
My baby′s sweat 'cause I′m onboard 7/24
She don't see through my lenses or through my expenses

In bended knee prayers to the man upstairs
With camera glares in my mirrors
No insurance, flee the scene with no disturbance
Hope the cops don′t come searching
I'm urging for a pay raise

All I have to say raise hell until the devil steals my soul
And peels my growth
From my future, how they shoot you cousin, son I′m bugging
Say bye to another one, hi to her grandson

With no figure father, the street boggler even elite role model
This hole swallow pit-bull, the figure-four model
Time fall back in a labyrinth
To face the daggers when you're staggering through life like a vagrant

Asking for change and flagging down cabs
Buy them bottles in bags that's under abdomens
Put on your walking shoes, boy we travelling