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    "Graves To Dig" Lyrics


    Genre:Alternative, Blues, Hip-Hop
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    They go one for the Prophet, two for Islam
    Three for the Khutba from the Imam
    Four for the mother that birthed my frame
    Five for the father 'cause he taught me game

    Been 'round the world, songs are all the same
    Sometimes when I'm asleep I still call your name
    Back when I was young I used to dream of fame
    Now they all point they fingers sayin' who's to blame
    Mothers put their girls into pigtail curls
    Fathers teach their sons how to shoot their guns
    They say, "Boy don't never cry control your emotions
    Just take it like a man, make your stand"
    They say, "Sex and violence go hand in hand"
    For every man blessed there got to be ten damned
    Expand through the depths of space and time
    Standin' three eyes blind on the firing line
    Word to my man divine, come too far,
    Singin' la ilaha il allah
    Twelve rakahs short on my full day's prayer
    Just hoping that the lord got some mercy to spare
    They go one for the ummah, two for the deen
    Three for the angels, four for the alamin
    Somewhere between totally obscene
    And perfectly clean, got a Babylon feelin'
    Wounds that need healin', truth need revealin'
    Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin'
    From the floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door
    From the kings and the queens and the slaves and the whores
    For every lost cause where the martyrs are found
    That funky little sound, that make you want to get down
    Somebody told me once, love makes the world go round
    Now kids they carry pistols out on the playground
    That profound, gone too far.
    Praying to the light from a burned out star
    Put your lights on, put down your crosses
    It's time to tally up your wins and your losses
    They go one for Scott La Rock
    Two for Pac and B.I.G.
    And three for all the mothers who got graves to dig
    For all the mothers who got graves to dig
    For all the mothers who got graves to dig
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Gero Ohrner for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Erik Schrody.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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