Luyện nghe bài hát Keep On Praisin'

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

Growin' up in the cold world this industry's up my brain, got
memories of when gospel rap about money 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, talked about and
behind my back and haters still tryin' to bag gospel rap. My heart goes
out to the streets, I'm to a thugs and that is why you be warmin' up the
church seats. But you don't hear me though, turn and look the way, but
that's OK, I know God would listen to what I gotta say. I lie though,
at I feel like givin' up when all this hurt n' pain inside me starts
buildin' up. I start cryin', but God shows me love, even if I never, win
the dove, keep on praisin'!

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

And even though they critizize me, talk my back, and tell me hurtful
words. Till the day I'm dead, and in my grave, God I'm gonna' serve. So
go and talk about me and spread your lies. You the one accountable for
every tear when I cry. I shed so many for so many years, God can you
help me? I'm tryin' to all my peers and if you don't hear, Im'a try
harder, even if I die from bulletshots like a martyr. This world be
me hysterical, God I need a miracle, devil keep tryin' to hit me when I
get 'em spiritual, lyrically, I'm praisin' God with every that I speak.
You heard me, but I gotta turn the other cheek. vengence ain't mine,
belongs to the Lord. We gotta come together, one mind and one
accord. So to those who have ears, let 'em listen to I'm sayin' but even
without you keep on praisin'!

by T-Bone
Submitted by Woodrum ([email protected])