hail the lord

they don't want me to win they dont want me to eat they don't want to see a black man succeed they don't want to see me take my brothers out of the streets they dont want me to dream yeah I'm grateful for the life and the prize i reap everyday and every night i get on my knees i pray for my guys and they families yeah hail the lord yeah hail the lord when you lose the ones you love to the fucken polise it cuts deep when the heaven calls and asks the angels to do their job we start to question god like we could play his part it gets so fucken hard and we can't escape the darkness but everything will be alright soon