water rose through sorry planks And the vandal Moranjou 'pon Gay Street heard the news They commissioned him to rise up from the cobbles Yeah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Übersetzung: Cracker. Halleluja.
all I do Countin cash in stacks, grind all night through I'm pushin' packages bitch I got a automatic I ran down your block and popped a crack addict
grill in stitches, get buried inside a ditch in your briefs Life is enslavement and suffering, crazy snuffings, attacks Overdosing like David Ruffin, craving, puffing some crack
it till you die [The Holy Ghostman:] The planet ran to Mars, rest of y'all granted the hand of God I can't stand it, crack the granite when I'm managin
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers Club niggaz, Magic City and them Southern playas I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So Hallelujah, Hallelujah
house God is in the house No cause for worry now God is in the house Moral sneaks in the White House Computer geeks in the school house Drug freaks in the crack
their little hands Hallelujah, hallelujah Let us all love one another Hallelujah, hallelujah Make all our hearts bilnd to color Hallelujah, hallelujah
my soul up World on my shoulders but I roll back ya boulders Words have a funny way of comin' back to scold ya Watch what come out of your mouth, you crack
low along the ceilings And all is quiet, but I keep listening Come to kill me Oh, she just left, you missed her Go on home, the sex theater is closed Cracked
Hallelujah, we can finally see How the bitterness was bruising on our skin We didn't notice that grace had run so thin Till we're falling apart and the cracks
ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers Club niggaz, Magic City and them Southern playas I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So Hallelujah, Hallelujah
think I see a ghost and I thought I saw you last night I thought I saw you last night Throw salt on my shoulder and knock on wood Don't step on cracks
small town noise I`m just a Small town noise Easy does it Washington D.C. What a state you`re in Looks like you`ve cracked A hundred hallelujahs Through
shame, see the structure crumble and fade, Until youa??re left with nothing but some dust on the plate. Life gets ugly, writing rhymes to Jeff Buckley, A cold and broken Hallelujah
