The Whisleblower . Lyrics

(So if in a concentration camp-)

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him, beat him)

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)

(S-S- Soul)

It's not the light of the matter, it's dim

It's time repent, we at it again

Let us break this mend, (Yeah)

However look at me now, (It's crazy)

How cleaver of me to be in the middle of something sentimental

Maybe just maybe, we could be different

(Different)

Hold up, please listen a second

It's Jesus we're talking about

Hold up man I'm out of brethren, (Brethren)

Brethren's what I needed most, (My peeps)

Homies gon' put up a toast, (For me)

I'ma let my people know it's the king

Couldn't have done it without him

I had to do better cah' the fact that they think it's just me is really surprising

I had some people, "that's riot"

I gotta

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)

So I gotta

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)

Now I gotta

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)

Yeah, we boutta

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him, beat him)

(Yeah)

We boutta pull up on lucy, it's wraps

I got some peeps in the back, ready to dash

Heaven don't got a problem with the trap

Matter of fact, ghetto isn't the only hood for a little boy full of trauma

It's blunt with the past, but I got no commas to add onto that

Dot dot, had a blast of my passion to keep it fruitful

I got pieces of pieces of myself

Had some clarity moments to prevail

Is it just me or momma heard me yell?

Heard the whistles of Gila, it's detailed

Detailed to the brim of the hat I put on, tryna hide the face of a nuisance

It's on ten from the day that we lift off

Coming real soon, better get your hands on him

Is it just me or somebody else driving the wheel?

I got some time in the field, helping everybody heal with the gift of my God

But when's it my turn to get a piece of the plot?

Feel like I'm Little to James, asking too much ain't an option

I'm tryna stay diligent, but keeping my head in my prison is different

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)

So I

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)

Now I

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)

We boutta

(Beat him down, beat him down, beat him down)

(Beat him, beat him)

(Hard to tell whether she was laughing or screaming)

(Boy, I wonder if we'll win one of those noble prizes for this)

(The Little Lulu show, Monday through Thursday night at Six)