Egyptian Hieroglyphics

Egyptian Hieroglyphics Thats my whooo sa; Sad tay my dami; Whata ta; This is what im teaching ya; Egyptian hieroglyphics, let me speak my Ra; HOOK Is what I’m blessed to say; Cus No body in the park got shot today; Man, this day was nice; Nobody got arrested or lost they life; I gotta thank you lord; Today, there was no need to rob from the store; I guess we owe it god; Cus we all stop praying when we get what we want; Verse 1 Well i guess It seems, thats when we pray the least; When we get, what we need, we forget our peace; We only know Gods name, when we feeling grief; Or when we this close to dien, in them evil streets; Thats why I thank my god; For everything I got; And everything I Don’t have, I need it not; All i need is for my peeps, to see the plot; And wake up before they break up, what our cultures got; You know thats all thats left; You know, the way we dress; All we do is set trends, but we think we less; We don’t love our selves, we create our stress; Not knowing that this whole time, we been blessed; This message right here, is for the mixed kids; Rich people pay for that color your skin gives; So learn to love yourself, cus they hate that shit; That type of love, that could give faith, to an atheist; HOOK 2 VERSE 2 I know them hieroglyphs, i studied ancient text; And it all say the same shit, become your best; We became sick and tired, and scared to rest; Our ancestors gave us answers, but we fear the test; Become involved with self, you must evolve yourself; Number one rule, Love you, more than wealth; And any hand you dealt, tighten up your belt; Stand on your own two, and embrace whats felt; Cus that anger pain; helps a man to change; Real things get done when you mad insane; I know my dream is strange and a lil deranged; But aint that the same, as how our president reigns; I mean dude, aint true; Now the circus is ran, by the clown from the tube; We so obsessed with fame, even more than the truth; We voted for a dummy who promotes the abuse; HOOK 3 But still I pray; Forgive us lord, for our hateful ways; We aint liven right; We record each other, instead of breaking the a fight; We are sorry Christ; We accepted a history written of lies; I guess we owe it to God; Cus we sold away our freedoms, directly to frauds;