Gomorrah Bronze Nazareth (Ft. Killah Priest)

[Intro: Bronze Nazareth]
Where we at, where we at?
Yeah, uh-huh, Sodom and Gomorrah (Bronzeman, where we at, where we at?)
313, school for the blindman, nigga (where we at, where we at?)
Straight off the great migration (where we at, where we at?)
Detroit the new school, 313 stand up (where we at, where we at?)
School for the blindman (where we at)
I got you (where we at, where we at?)
Where we at, where we at?
What up though? (where we at?)
Get your butt ready! (where we at, where we)

[Hook: Bronze Nazareth]
We livin' in Sodom and Gomorrah
And at the bottom of the soil, in the deepest of the hole
Where the leeches won’t crawl and the people want oil
Lies Detroit
We livin' in Sodom and Gomorrah
Where scars from the cotton made God’s fruit rotten
And maybe God forgot ‘em
So where does he go if his soul left his body from Detroit?

[Verse 1: Bronze Nazareth]
So maybe God forgot us
Like white man forgot cotton built a nation
But it's no jobs for him
So my mind went exploring on diesel trips
Sidewalks littered with eagle clips
Witness flowers on poles
Models on poles with evil hips
T-shirts adorned with the face of he who slipped
Got cousins down south, from firsthand, I seen this shit
From off the hip the priest release doves from his grip
They love us for our teams but fuck a statistic
If he ain't make it or slip, it's onto the next script
Focus and lift immense weight just to make it
In dire straits, who's to say Mitt Romney wouldn't bake it and cut it?
My God, it's ugly but, but you won't throw the mirror out
You won't throw the infant and the Aquafina out
Document this, let's take the scenic route (let's take the scenic route)