Posted by THoT more than a month day ago
Plays: 40 Jiggs: 1 Description: Produced by Anno Domini Album: My Music Genre: Hip Hop Language: English Artist: THòT Tags: thot, thot rap, thot process thotprocess Lyrics: In the beginning we were<br />
Unclean<br />
A cord with no cuts<br />
Strangled us as we dangled<br />
Tangled in a world with known lust<br />
Struggling in our own blood,<br />
We suffocated from no love<br />
And we grew<br />
In the fashion of watered plants<br />
At the passin of You and the issue of a command<br />
(Live!)<br />
we had no choice other than to stand<br />
so we did, and You still made no demands<br />
<br />
<br />
You passed again later,<br />
Saw us bare in our skin and made a<br />
Fine linen covering, spread Your hand like a wing<br />
And covered us, finally<br />
Someone pities us<br />
More than city dust<br />
We looked to the clouds<br />
This life, we were lovin it<br />
Wore the shrouds as a sacred covenant<br />
We were Yours, and You were ours<br />
And our true love, only You could summon it<br />
Those were our vows<br />
We trusted in above<br />
Wore the ornaments<br />
Reveled in our new beauty<br />
like we were born again<br />
a presentation of love<br />
how You adorned us<br />
but then temptation perverted the emancipation<br />
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Hook: <br />
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We were the chosen people<br />
golden, outspoken<br />
About what we believed<br />
But we sought the deed<br />
And bore a letter of scarlet<br />
we thought it better than love to play the harlot<br />
<br />
Our hands were wrapped in gloves of satin<br />
Jewels on our necks and crowns on our heads<br />
And around we went<br />
With our name came fame<br />
And a faith we feigned<br />
Our own race we maimed<br />
As our faces stained all the pictures on the wall<br />
Left our own image marred by alcohol<br />
famous among nations<br />
For our beauty, our patience<br />
It was lost to lust at the cost of trust ancient<br />
<br />
(we were Your people, chosen, outspoken, now broken<br />
once clean, pure like a dove; still, we thought it better than love...)<br />
<br />
given free will, we were poised for choices<br />
insubordinate poison infested our voices<br />
we suspended our vows while we pretended to bow<br />
In reverence<br />
Our dissent took precedence <br />
We forged all Your presents of silver and gold<br />
Into a god to whom we presented our soul<br />
It was hatred we tasted<br />
We’d only know later:<br />
of lust and love<br />
We wasted the greater<br />
And catered to heresies, paid their way <br />
Watching Your jealousy cap each day<br />
We invested our pride and constructed a shrine<br />
to symbolize the divide, it burned You inside<br />
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