for Eb
Ending:
Our father, give us this day our daily bread...
give us these days and take our daily bread.
See I done did all this ole bullshit
And to atone I throw a little somethin', somethin' on the pulpit.
We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit
And what we gave back was crack music
And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies
So our mammas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies
And we gonna repo everything they ever took from grammy
Now the former slaves trade hooks for grammies
This dark diction has become America's addiction, those who ain't even black use it.
We gon' keep baggin' up this here crack music.