Correction Paroles Street Dreams par Eshon Burgundy

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A prophet is not without honour, but in his own country, and among his own family, and in his own house
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Teach
To the killer in the street
To the villain and the thief
Put this healing on repeat
Got a prophet on it (Prophet)
Got a prophet on it (Prophet)
Got a prophet on it
Reach
To the lost and scattered sheep
Bet it wake ’em up if they sleep
When they hear the Spirit speak
Put a prophet on it
Are you a prophet?
Put a prophet on it
Are you a prophet?

I’m familiar with the streets of the beast, that piece that steel
Amongst adolescent G’s, they teach to kill, yeah
Star and crescent on my necklace
My brother thought he was blessing me with lessons 'til I stepped into Freedomsville
Stepping over goners on corners who got caught in them traps (Traps)
Thought they was on it but torment come with all the success (Yes)
They missed informants and warrants, all they saw was the checks
Breaking up weed on the Bible ignoring the text
I seen the Lord give a warning to overthrow death
Cause He ain’t wanna pay the debt that was owed to the flesh
Gave the brother chance after chance, but he kept going left, until the right was outta sight, his family so upset
All the dreams the streets ever sold end up in a coffin
They promise expensive clothes and empty apartments
They left the whip on the stove 'til it began to harden
They start stacking up blocks like it’s a buyer’s market
Sunny days run away, the sky begins to darken
Those without aim one day will turn into the targets
It’s God’s will the Holy Spirit will replace our conscience
And we repent cause the bloodshed for sin is now upon us

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