Sunday Evening Reprise Songtext
All my life, I
Dreamt of bein' free
All my life, I
Been lookin' for me
To love
Real niggas ain't perfect
It's your world, nigga, stay searchin'
Fuck, chasin' after these hoes, my young nigga, chase your purpose
Stack your money, meet your goals, my young nigga, gotta stay workin'
Fuck, chasin' after these hoes, my young nigga, chase your purpose
Today, I got the news we got Julius Jones off Death Row
Yesterday, I gave it up to God and let go
I give you a reason for believin', I can whip a mustard seed into freedom like a Pyrex cook dope
Standin' at the stove, uh
Yestеrday my nigga, Kram, passed away, it's likely it was of an overdosе
If he ain't make it up to Heaven yet, I know he close
I picked my pen out of my pain and then I wrote
About hope, how it burns like a candle in the night
Shinin' light when you're feelin' like you'll never win the fight
And the devil got the dice
And he lookin' at you yellin', "Jackpot, jackpot", tryna gamble with your life
Know your worth, my nigga, can't forget your price
Who could imagine? Julius happened to find me online
All off a letter he signed, "Theme Music by Vic Mensa"
And then I did Shelter
And nine months later, he wasn't killed
I say, "Free 'em all", I don't see Heaven, Hell
I only put faith in God, I know my blessings are real
I recognize Satan's fraud, I don't believe man was born flawed
I don't believe in good or bad or right or wrong
But I do believe in me
All praises due to Allah
All my life, I
Dreamt of bein' free
All my life, I
Been lookin' for me
To love, love
Dreamt of bein' free
All my life, I
Been lookin' for me
To love
Real niggas ain't perfect
It's your world, nigga, stay searchin'
Fuck, chasin' after these hoes, my young nigga, chase your purpose
Stack your money, meet your goals, my young nigga, gotta stay workin'
Fuck, chasin' after these hoes, my young nigga, chase your purpose
Today, I got the news we got Julius Jones off Death Row
Yesterday, I gave it up to God and let go
I give you a reason for believin', I can whip a mustard seed into freedom like a Pyrex cook dope
Standin' at the stove, uh
Yestеrday my nigga, Kram, passed away, it's likely it was of an overdosе
If he ain't make it up to Heaven yet, I know he close
I picked my pen out of my pain and then I wrote
About hope, how it burns like a candle in the night
Shinin' light when you're feelin' like you'll never win the fight
And the devil got the dice
And he lookin' at you yellin', "Jackpot, jackpot", tryna gamble with your life
Know your worth, my nigga, can't forget your price
Who could imagine? Julius happened to find me online
All off a letter he signed, "Theme Music by Vic Mensa"
And then I did Shelter
And nine months later, he wasn't killed
I say, "Free 'em all", I don't see Heaven, Hell
I only put faith in God, I know my blessings are real
I recognize Satan's fraud, I don't believe man was born flawed
I don't believe in good or bad or right or wrong
But I do believe in me
All praises due to Allah
All my life, I
Dreamt of bein' free
All my life, I
Been lookin' for me
To love, love