Alltta – Holy Toast Lyrics (feat. 20syl & Mr. J. Medeiros)
In people without religion
In steeples crowded with pigeons
In visions of evil
Through the key hole out of the prison
Without a decision, fishing, in a father that listens
In a tower, around a collar, in Obama’s position
For the power, dollars, division, and the honor it’s given
In a martyr, in women, in Shawn Carter, in all children
Shrouded in Turin
Burning in shrubs, learning to love, rounding a turban
On the curb, in the club with a bourbon and drunk
In sermons, in a permanent slump determined to flunk
As a vermin making earnings from trunks
Serving the junks
Cus I need Him most, bleeding on the cement
In a sea of demons- beaming
Being treated with a chemo dose
Seated with a vino within a scene of latinos
He was seen hosting a feast in His medieval clothes
Cleaning all our...