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 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, about 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 that is why you be 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 I gotta say. I can't lie though,
at times I feel like givin' up when all hurt n' pain 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 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
quick to judge, they don't understand. They 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 full of so much division. Believe me I say, it breaks my heart to
think that we was once in unity, but now we're all but apart. It's not
how many records we've sold, it's all about how many save souls. Can
you feel me? ran down my eyes yesterday as I heard about 2-Pac's death,
is there anyone left to say, "Lord, stand in the gap." My peoples, is
you with me, where you at, Im'a keep on praisin'!

And even they 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 your lies. You the one for
every tear when I cry. I so many tears for so many years, God can you
help me? I'm tryin' to reach all my and if you don't hear, Im'a try
harder, even if I die from like a martyr. This 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 with every word I speak.
You heard me, but I gotta turn the cheek. 'Cause vengence ain't mine,
vengence 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])