Believe It - Derek Minor

Yes Lord

Oh yes Lord, yes Lord

Thank you choir, for that amped beat selection

Brother, you got them sounding mighty fine today

Nah nah, Bigot, I’m a need you to stand in front of the door

Oh, you may need to stand in front of the door

I believe I’m a say somethings and folk ain’t gon' like tonight

Oh, you ain’t gon' like me…

Can I testify?

Can I testify?

Judge

By now you should know that I mean what I say and you better believe it

I just tell you once, I don’t repeat myself so you better believe it (you

better believe it)

Believe it

You better believe it

Believe it

You better believe it

Believe it

You better believe it

Please pay attention, everybody better settle in

Minor get to preaching on these tracks like a reverend

Not like, some of the ones in the spotlight

On private jets, better straighten up and fly right

That treat the church like a brothel, yeah they prostitute the truth

How many people gotta die tonight before we stop preaching to the choir

They get scared when I talk about the drugs, and the gun

And the hood, and the poor, like if we don’t pay attention it won’t happen any

more

In the suburbs, where the money at, we’ll send it overseas before they send it

to Chicago

Cops kill a kid, bet they talk about Chicago

Yea the hood is messed up, pray before you judge tho

Who finna stand up

Can’t turn my back on the culture, be a vulture

I approach ya, and tell you how my family in hood

And it ain’t looking good, so if I move to L. A

I’ll never be Hollywood

Yes this’s personal, it’s a not a show, if it was just for dough

What’s the point of even doing it for?

When there’s people that I know straight hooked to dope

I got truth that they need know, let me talk about it

By Now you should know that I mean what I say and you better believe it

I just say this once, I won’t repeat myself so you better believe it

You better believe it

Oh yes Lord, yes Lord

Choir, y’all better get it together

Let me preach

They don’t wanna hear what I gotta say

They don’t wanna hear what I gotta say

They don’t wanna hear me talk about how Sunday service

Is the most segregated time in the USA

What kinda sermon do you think that preach to everybody watching

Here’s another man shot and we don’t talk about the topic

We don’t even pray about it, all we say about it

No comment, don’t rock a boat about it

I ain’t scared, It don’t matter what the cost, I’mma say it

Till there’s prices on my head, and I’m dead

Go to Chucky Cheese if you looking for a token

I’m only bout spitting real truth that’s potent

Fighting for the found and the lost, slave and the free

And I’ll give my life cause he gave it for me

I speak for a king and we made in his image

When you looking at yourself, His reflection in the mirror

Gimme me the mic, run it again, y’all in my aim now

I’m running from nothing, I give em the key, unlocking the chain now

I say what I want, and I’m keeping it real, that is the way now

I know what I’m doing, they seeing the movement

It’s making em ready for change now

Give it away now, give it a, give it away now

Give it away now, give it a, give it away now

A lot of people talk and I ain’t heard a thang now

And if I say it, then believe it right away now

By Now you should know that I mean what I say and you better believe it

I just say this once, I won’t repeat myself so you better believe it

You better believe it