Letra It's still love Bone Brothers

It's still love

[Intro: Bizzy]
Yes, indeed. We thank God for the opportunity, in the grace of this new world order. Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine. Yes, indeed. As we learn precious gifts and mosiac law, and the sons of Aaron sing. We are men. We are men.

[Chorus: Bizzy]
Okay, we keep the Sabbath holy
And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies
And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love
It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love
Uh uh, we keep the Sabbath holy
And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies
And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love
It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love

[Bizzy Bone:]
Dark side turns to the light, and grown men get shookin' lookin' they scared of the night
And motha... keep a pistol in they pocket for protection, can't shoot invisible forces
Keep the courses of that resurrection
Have you ever been hurt or lied with nails from Jinn
Have you ever been raped, and raped, and raped again? Have you ever beat in your sleep for fighting the devil? Have you ever been lonely? Alone, but still on that level with God
There's never a problem, say my prayers like Abel, at least as close as I can
Little brothers a rebel, a new label, couple of dollars, pay my bills and we bounce
If it wasn't for Jesus, I wouldn't be known, no doubt
For all whose in attendance, remembrance and love
I said it hurts to be couped and cool like a dove
It's simple to crush your amp, but it's much simpler to sway
We was taught to be kind and humble and stay out of the way

[Chorus: Bizzy]
Okay, we keep the Sabbath holy
And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies
And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love
It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love
Uh uh, we keep the Sabbath holy
And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies
And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love
It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love

[Bizzy Bone:]
There are many things that are sacred and many things that we cherish
As I write this I'm being so careful to not be careless
Where's the only begotten? B is with me, I speak to him and he speaks with me when everyone is leaving me
But we've gotta have fun, without there presence I'm hurt
I'm ready for work, and I'm trying, we can all change the world
Here's what I pray, here's the garden, we need some special attention
And, not to mention, we can party with the best of 'em, best of 'em, rest of 'em beautiful, too
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Young Islamic brother, you with Christ, the world is cool
Do whatever The Lord tells you and the reward is good
Even is you have to lean back in the 'hood and shake ya' wood

[Chorus: Bizzy]
Okay, we keep the Sabbath holy
And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies
And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love
It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love
Uh uh, we keep the Sabbath holy
And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies
And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love
It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love

[Bizzy Bone:]
I'm walkin' with the only begotten, never forgotten
Shed tears for mistakes that I've made, so dirty rotten
I'm not a king, never was, I'm just a slave and a servant
I love the light and I shall pass angels, closed curtains
New king, tribe of Benjamin, help me succeed
I'm star rockin' Abraham, somebody please take the lead
So, wherever Jesus go, I follow because I love him
On the right hand of Grandad and none is above him
All the brothers in the temple teach me right in the struggle
I can't imagine not existing, at least for a couple
It's trouble in these muddy waters, everyone know
Probably the [? ] truly help make you rich and successful
So many people need a spirit, and this world is a cesspool
Test you, bless you, love you, address you
Ain't no adultery, hey

[Chorus: Bizzy]
Okay, we keep the Sabbath holy
And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies
And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love
It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love
Uh uh, we keep the Sabbath holy
And okay, we have to recognize The Lords' homies
And okay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and plus the bust, must be love
It don't matter if you crip or you blood, it's still love