Hostile Gospel Pt. 2 (Deliver Me) Talib Kweli (Ft. Sizzla)

[Intro: Sizzla] + {Talib Kweli}
Deliver me oh my father
Haha, Amadea {C'mon!}
Sizzla Kalonji {Yeah, this the one right here!}
Talib Kweli

[Hook: Talib Kweli] + {Sizzla}
{Deliver me oh my father}
What? What? Yeah
Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin
You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Die on my feet before I live on my knees lord
Deliver me from point A to B like livery
Nothin is free, you got to be a hero to save
They got you working like a slave from the crib to the grave
A minimum wage can barely keep a job for a home
A car or a phone, forget about gettin a loan
You starting to moan, your bank account is getting withdrawn
It's pitiful how we becomin slaves to things that we own
They en-slavin the brains with the whips and the chains
End up in the coffin chasing the fortune, chasing the fame
Slave to the rhythm, slave to the night, slave to the day
They hop aboard the Underground Railroad and run away
Pray for the day niggas don't get taken away
For makin a way to stop their baby's stomach aching today
I sip a whiskey straight, no chase
It's hard to take a man away from the sin when it's inside of him
Please