Hallelujah - Stik Figa, DJ Sean P

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Put your hands high

Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied

All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly

Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Put your hands high

Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied

All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly

Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized

Don’t overthink it no need to relinquish secrets

Want the whole story I only give them the pieces

Thinking it’s competing, the lessons never completed

To punish the heretics need strict adherence to the edict

Word to the Sanhedrin who lust for a place of prominence

Wicked dominance was accomplished with most accomplices

Overconfidence, self-serving, corrupted politics

Ominous retribution promised, watch the apocalypse

A man without country, consultant or embassy

A planet out of orbit, satellite no frequency

Working from a deficit trying to claim victory

Since infancy without and infantry fight through the injury

Vandalize the edifice decoding what it represents

More than decorative excavations of the evidence

Decimating the sections of natives desert the settlement

Reward our negligence with a pocket full of presidents

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Put your hands high

Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied

All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly

Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Put your hands high

Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied

All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly

Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized

Carried on these shoulders a heavy load of commitment

Never handed folks carry low opinions

Making loaded statements they swear they know from a distance

They put me under the scope to see where I’m inconsistent

For it was written as forgiveness and not permission

Sticking to the tenents not chasing an apparition

Follow premonition dismissing my apprehension

Contingent of the blessing these critics wish to inhibit

Heard your suggestions, I question if you’re even objective

Misdirected, projections, mean you might’ve missed the message

But any weapon you form I promise is ineffective

But any weapon you form I promise is ineffective

And I heard that you could move a mountain with faith

But all this praying ain’t moving these bullets out of the way

Between here and the stars, I’ve been counting the space

Every night, trying to read what your countenance say

On God

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Put your hands high

Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied

All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly

Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Put your hands high

Mankind, kind of busy, got they hands tied

All my angels on the ground, guess they can’t fly

Lying in a pool of blood getting baptized