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John Levi - Letter 2 The Prezidentz lyrics

Artist: John Levi

album: Letter 2 The Prezidentz


Dear me president tell me what to do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
Why should I lie when Christ prophesied
Citizens victimized by these crooked guys
These crazy snakes are wolves in sheep's disguise
All they want is your vote but they don't hear the cries
Lemme tell you why listen
I only rely on my advocate in the sky
I'll get a better answer from him before my ink dries
And even if he takes a while I'm still gon smile
Cause he lays down the law so smooth like little tiles
He might switch up his style so you better not question
What an almighty God does with an election
Look my brethren time for reflection
Chill wit all that flexin in that comment section
God is inspecting all that we do
Lord help me back away from my keyboard too
Cause only you are true and provide all the evidence
Even the elements give glory to Him not a president
He set the precedent for ruling a nation
Truly caring about the situations we facing
Temptation so blatant to lift up politicians
But There is only one savior check the book it was written
No cap He made us great & made us great again
When his red precious blood washed away our sins
So dont dare pretend that you have healthcare answers
When you Legislate death you are the cancer
Dear me president tell me what to do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
Dear me president tell me what can you do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
Married with kids still fit the description
Mr President trying to still trying to fill up the prisons
It's automatic like physics police follow my pivots
I was guilty as charged but Christ canceled the sentence You trippin
From sea to shining sea back to the Holy See
The lamb lives in me and that is why I'm free
So I'm down on my knees
Slanging Hail Marys with saints like I'm Drew Brees
And u can hate or participate come celebrate the feast
And the stand alone throne belongs to the high priest
Will there ever be peace on these red and blue streets?
All these donkey & elephant fights really need to cease
Yeah... or be deceased sir there's no life in you
John six fifty three one meal on the menu
No matter what you been through he will defend you
But please fight for those little souls they are gentle
And really it is simple understand my kinfolk
Centuries of systematic torment makes you brittle
It'll mess with ya mentals have u down like dimples
That knee to the neck had us all feeling vengeful
Strapped and angry with no hope and heart-broke
And you wonder why they love to see the Glocks glow
Nobody taught em to forgive no Mary no apostles
Only only mary jane blowin loud out they nostrils
Criminalized until its legalized by gestapos yeah
You crazy. Y'all needa stop bro
Dear me president tell me what to do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
Dear me president tell me what can you do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
Heavenly Father lemme holla at you briefly,
I want to meet a president buy would they meet me
Are they scared to look inside the eyes of a real sinner
Who gave his life to Jesus Christ you know the real winner they some pretenders
And How typical is liberty
Her blindfold shows we don't look back at history so we repeat
All people created equal were good not evil
And only satan wants a civil way we don't need a sequel yeah
We need the steeple No popular vote can help us float
Electoral for mortals to God a funny joke
One ballot on the rock was the antidote
Matthew 16:18 He spoke & gave us hope
Dear me president tell me what to do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
Dear me president tell me what can you do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
Dear me president tell me what to do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
Dear me president tell me what can you do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof

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