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Spiritual Sunday: Jackie hill Perry – the problem (music video)

This week’s Spiritual Sunday is inspired by Jackie Hill-Perry.

” The problem” is a single for her latest album, titled “the art of joy”….

Check out the video below:

 

Lyrics:
Look up in the sky.
I spy a time line of blind vultures.
Blind rhymes style the fabric of the timed culture,
Soaked in Satan lies find another kinda lotion 
Cloaked in a disguise signed the dotted line.
It’s over,
I told Em find another ride cuz this roller-coaster’s stolen, 
Going to a fate you won’t believe 
Hocus-pocus.
Throwing dreams in the face of zzzs
Till he woken.
Growing MC’s that sow seeds of 
Heavens Roses.
Rosen Risen he did it 
Death is slaughtered 
Our daughters bartering souls for attention
Ought a be heard if only the audible row would listen 
Itching for words.
Lotta research going towards a hole
And they dig it. 
Gotta be words 
Flowing for heavens sake of the mission 
Owing nobody nothing.
Them bluffing bustas are finished
This pen ain’t pensions it’s mentions 
What sinners don’t wanna deal with 
Filled with the Vision of slaves 
Lynch Em for tented pigment
See that bus 
Get in the back act like its proven
That academics do actually lack 
In the black communion 
Schools are lacking the facts
Lacking the staff
They foolish 
They plastic wrapping the masses 
The masters grabbing they nooses
Bastard habits from lacking the happy daddy influence
They ratta ta tat tat and 
They Clap at the back of children 
They action backwards 
They blacker than 
The backward 
Task of Judas
Laughter is the reaction 
When I ask
If they master Jewish 
Laughter is the reaction 
Ask if they master Jewish 
Go backwards a little faster 
Past the actions of Judas
Go forward a little more and 
Last till the masters through 
Grasping the massive truth 
That’s surpasses the attitude
That Adams passive pursuit 
When he was passed the actual fruit
It ain’t over to the fat lady sings 
Go grab a flute 
Sax playing the soundtrack of demons singing the blues
A holiday with Molly the same as cane 
With a different hue 
A dope a rope generation
An Ali kinda rebuke 
The violence is silent
The pilot 
Tried to remind you 
You
You 
Only one thing is true 
Honey what you gon do 
Money is at the root
When they come looking for you?

 

 

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