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 wasn't about money or the fame. Remember 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
even know who my own friends be. Be critized, talked about and stabbed
behind my back and playa 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 me though, turn and look the other way, but
that's OK, I know God would listen to what I say. I can't lie though,
at times I feel givin' up when all this hurt n' pain inside me starts
buildin' up. I start cryin', but God shows me love, if I never, ever win
the dove, Im'a on praisin'!

up my cross and Im'a follow you, even if my boys stay behind and I'm the
only one in my crew. To be man enough to say, "God 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 just I
feel. So many 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
that we was once in unity, but now we're all but torn apart. It's not
about how many records we've sold, it's all about how many souls. Can
you me? Tears ran down my eyes yesterday as I heard about 2-Pac's death,
is there left to say, "Lord, Im'a stand in the gap." My peoples, is
you with me, where you at, cause 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 me and spread your lies. You the one accountable for
every tear 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, even if I die from bulletshots a martyr. This world be drivin'
me hysterical, God I a miracle, devil keep tryin' to hit me when I wanna
get 'em spiritual, lyrically, I'm praisin' God with word that I speak.
You heard me, but I turn the other cheek. 'Cause 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 to what I'm sayin' but even
without you Im'a on praisin'!

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by Nick Woodrum ([email protected])