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 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 who's at the top of the
industry. is jealous, full 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 haters 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, turn and look the way, but
OK, I know God would listen to what I gotta say. I can't lie though,
at times I feel givin' up when all this hurt n' pain inside me starts
buildin' up. I 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 follow you, even if my boys behind and I'm the
only one in my crew. To be man enough to say, "God here I am." But
quick to judge, they don't understand. They talkin' about I ain't
real, but who are you to me? God be the only one who knows just what I
feel. So many now-a-days, caught up in competition, that's why gospel
rap be full of so much division. Believe me when I say, it breaks my to
think that we was once in unity, but now all but torn apart. It's not
about how many we've sold, it's all about how many save souls. Can
you feel me? Tears ran down my eyes yesterday as I heard 2-Pac's death,
is there left to say, "Lord, Im'a stand in the gap." My peoples, is
you with me, you at, cause 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 me and spread your lies. You the one accountable for
every when I cry. I shed so many tears 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, keep tryin' to hit me when I wanna
get 'em spiritual, lyrically, I'm God with every word that I speak.
You heard me, but I gotta turn the 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 listen to what I'm sayin' but
without you keep on praisin'!

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