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 cloggin' 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 who's 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 and stabbed
behind my back and playa still tryin' to bag gospel rap. My heart goes
out to the streets, I'm to reach a thugs and is why you be warmin' 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 hurt n' pain inside me starts
up. I start cryin', but God shows me love, even if I never, ever win
the dove, Im'a on praisin'!

Pick up my cross and Im'a you, even if my boys 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. They talkin' I ain't
real, but who are you to judge me? God be the only one who just what I
feel. So many rappers now-a-days, up in competition, that's why gospel
rap be full of so much division. me when I say, it breaks my heart to
think that we was once in unity, but now we're all but apart. It's not
about how many records we've sold, it's all how many save souls. Can
you feel me? ran down 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 me, where you at, cause Im'a keep on praisin'!

And even though critizize me, talk behind my back, and tell me hurtful
words. Till the day I'm dead, and in my grave, it's God I'm serve. So
go ahead and talk about me and spread 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 reach all my peers and if you don't hear, try
harder, even if I die from bulletshots like a martyr. world be drivin'
me hysterical, God I need a miracle, devil tryin' to hit me when I wanna
get 'em spiritual, lyrically, I'm praisin' God every word that I speak.
You me, but I gotta turn the other cheek. 'Cause vengence ain't mine,
vengence belongs to the Lord. We come together, one mind and one
accord. So to who have ears, let 'em listen to what I'm sayin' but even
without you keep on praisin'!

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