Amen Songtext
von Troy Cakeman

If you believe it than you shall achieve it
Seems like once you start believing when they start retreating
I gotta reach my zenith and display my genius
This ain′t the year of the rat, it's the year of the heathen
Huey Newton mixed with Huey Freeman
If you ain′t plan on squeezing why the fuck you bring it
On the road to success I'm outracing demons
Took the highway to heaven cuz the views are scenic
Got skeletons in my closet, I ain't trick or treating
Just some victims of my wrath for committing treason
Spare no love, Elmer Fudd when it′s hunting season
The rose that rose from the cement and bitch I′m still breathing
So if I ever take the stand, Bible underneath my hand
Know I'm praying for forgiveness but can′t give it, I'm just a man
Ain′t get caught up in no jam
It's just a part of his plan
Try your best to understand
A lion amongst the lambs


From the bottom of the map
Dark side of the tracks
Escaped from the trap and I ain′t never looking back
Got one hand on the wheel, the other on my strap
Try me you get clapped
Try me it's a wrap
I'm from the bottom of the map
Dark side of the tracks
Escaped from the trap and I ain′t never looking back
Got my left hand on the wheel, right hand on the strap
Try me you get clapped
Try me it′s a wrap


This ain't meant to make you dance it′s meant to make you think
Type of shit you spark a blunt to when real niggas link
I done seen it all and I ain't miss a wink
Been hit with everything but the kitchen sink
Got it off the ground, Kershaw at the mound
I don′t do it for the crowd bitch I do it for the crown
Poetically profound
Will you swim or will you drown
Ringleader or a clown
Stay trill or hold it down
Clap steel come correct or get your cap peeled
Never a deadbeat that's only when the track killed
Independent, cuz labels keep offering crap deals
In the hour of chaos got me reaching for that black steel
Polishing my sword
Preparing for the war
Umbrella for the weather ′cause when it rains it pours
Reaping these rewards
Compliments of The Lord
And if you ain't onboard it ain't safe no more

I′m from the bottom of the map
Dark side of the tracks
Escaped from the trap and I ain′t never looking back
Got my left hand on the wheel, right hand the strap
Try me you get clapped
Try me it's a wrap