Sinners Pt. 1
My Mississippi narrative
Today is Friday, June 13th. I just released a song called Sinners Pt. 1. For a large part of my career, I’ve championed my Mississippi lineage and history. Long before the film’s attempt. But unlike the film, my music is authentically Mississippian. Ever since the advent of Hip-hop, Mississippi has been brushed aside. And all of our history with it. I no longer stand for this. Here are the lyrics to Sinners Pt. 1.
Sinners Pt. 1
[1st verse] Sunday school taught us declare clear, But be careful the devil’s watching, And All money aint good money, they be tappin the Devil’s pockets, The grave seen many men pass, Never question the shovel’s logic, You don’t know what you get bwoh When you get what you ask, Cus yeah thats my Devils knocking, Let em in, Nigga, yall the original sin, You niggas gave away the game, You idle, You delivered the sin, Jon got a smoke and a stack, Howlin, he my Original twin, How many genres we gave yall, We made yall, Yo Original Kin, Original twin, Nigga Look how at how yall turned on us, These fallen names unlearned, made to ash, and turned the urn on us, Never fly to close to the sun, your wings’ll burn on us, Earned on us, Aint no whip chains’ll bring the return for us, I was made from the sun of soldiers, Those who gave even front of vultures, Nigga we paved it, this road my culture, Pass the collection cus you niggas owe culture, [Chorus] All I see is sinners, The bath house is how you clean a sinner, All we seen are sinners, The bath house is how we clean sinners, All I seen is sinners, Tell momma all I seen are sinners, Now watch me clean these sinners… [2nd verse] On 22s, look at the seeds they Overlooked from David, We was Never scared look how they took from David, From a Shepard boy to king is what it took for David, Pen is like a sling, I Wrote the book of David, Aint no repenting nigga this brimstone, Hell or higher, I’ve walked through hell fire, I’m bringing this shit home, Forgive, nor forgetting niggas for this wrong, For his wrongs, I promised my momma i would sit on this throne, Sing a couple Hail Marys for me, Tell the choir the king ordered my steps, And shot the bail for me, I hope this 10 percent can sale for me, Signed and sealed for the seekers, It’s Like I wrote in braille for me, Preacher said watch where you stray, He on the back path, But heed, I’m Coming for all of mine, plus the back half, Stand for something with yall slack ass, This a Mississippi summer nigga handle the back draft, [Chorus] Let me hold something, They never did know the difference between the savior and the sinners bwoy, Watch me mold something, These hands gave you giftings from the mud, Thats the difference bwoy, Who these false prophets is, Sister said if it strays from the root, it fade and wither bwoy, Watch me fold something, I was made to be the savior round these sinners bwoy,