Luyện nghe bài hát Keep On Praisin'

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

Growin' up in the cold this industry's cloggin' up my brain, got
memories of when gospel rap about money or the fame. Remember when it
used to be ministry? Now it's all about who's at the top of the
industry. Everyone is jealous, 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 and playa haters still tryin' to bag gospel rap. My heart goes
out to the streets, I'm to reach a 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 God would listen to what I gotta say. I can't lie though,
at times I 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, Im'a on praisin'!

Pick up my cross and follow you, even 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' I ain't
real, but who are you to judge me? God be the only one who knows what I
feel. So rappers now-a-days, caught up in competition, that's why gospel
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 torn apart. not
about how many records we've sold, it's all about how many 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 behind my back, and me hurtful
words. the day I'm dead, and in my grave, it's 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 tears for so 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 a martyr. This world be drivin'
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 word I speak.
You heard me, but I gotta turn the other cheek. 'Cause vengence mine,
vengence belongs to the Lord. We gotta together, one mind and one
accord. So to those who have ears, let 'em listen to what I'm but even
without you Im'a on praisin'!

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