Luyện nghe bài hát Keep On Praisin'

Keep on praisin', up your name, to live in Christ, to die is gain.

Growin' up in the cold world industry's cloggin' up my brain, got
memories of when gospel rap wasn't about or the fame. Remember when it
used to be strictly ministry? Now it's all about at the top of the
industry. is jealous, full of hate, greed, and envy, now-a-days, I
don't even know who my own friends be. Be critized, about and stabbed
my back and playa haters still tryin' to bag gospel rap. My heart goes
out to the streets, I'm to reach a thugs and that is why you be up the
church seats. But you don't hear me though, and look the other way, but
that's OK, I God would listen to what I gotta say. I can't lie though,
at times I feel like givin' up when all this hurt n' inside me starts
buildin' up. I start cryin', but God shows me love, if I never, ever win
the dove, keep on praisin'!

Pick up my cross and Im'a follow you, if my boys stay behind and I'm the
only one in my crew. To be man to say, "God here I am." But people
always quick to judge, they don't understand. They talkin' about I
real, but who are you to judge me? God be the only one who just what I
feel. So rappers now-a-days, caught up in competition, that's why gospel
rap be of so much division. Believe me when I say, it breaks my heart to
think that we was in unity, but now we're all but torn apart. It's not
about how many records sold, it's all about how many save souls. Can
you feel me? Tears ran down my yesterday as I heard about 2-Pac's death,
is there anyone left to say, "Lord, Im'a in the gap." My peoples, is
you with me, you at, cause Im'a keep on praisin'!

And even though they me, talk behind my back, and tell me hurtful
words. the day I'm dead, and in my grave, it's God I'm gonna' serve. So
go ahead and talk about me and your lies. You the one accountable for
every when I cry. I shed so many tears for so many years, God can you
help me? I'm tryin' to reach all my peers and if you don't hear, try
harder, if I die from bulletshots like a martyr. This world be drivin'
me hysterical, God I need a miracle, devil keep to hit me when I wanna
get 'em spiritual, lyrically, I'm praisin' God with word that I speak.
You heard me, but I gotta the other cheek. 'Cause vengence ain't mine,
vengence belongs to the Lord. We gotta together, one mind and one
accord. So to those who have ears, let 'em to what I'm sayin' but even
you Im'a keep on praisin'!

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Submitted by Woodrum ([email protected])