Collection Plate

Lyrics for Collection Plate

What's going on with that dynamic in prayer? Why do- are we amongst the most praising people But yet we seem to be on the bottom of so many areas in society? Took a while to get straight, but made it through the lean years Eye still red from havin' to tread where the green is Inverted tactics, all dirty acts, never clean bins The battle scenes of having no means made us mean kids Almost caught us, those was rough waters, the team bridged Suffered damages, only mustard sandwiches was seen fridge Wished for bun in the oven, just not while loving my teen whizz Pull a gun, machine, if you come between his If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate Uh Afraid I prayed too quiet Couldn't hear Was often obliged to say, "If I die today, I wouldn't care" What good is rare? You shouldn't stare Worst happens to the best, never test, the hood is fair Schemes of cooking up bread had us busy holding toast By and large, knew I'd catch a charge before the Holy Ghost Became street-wise where the heat rise, you know the coast My brother swore to tug-of-war, I was shown the ropes If I knew, I'd have been at the pew writing legit Few could've really used that lil' bite and a sip In the past, going nowhere fast, every night was a trip Shoe hoarded, was suited for it, but never liking the fit Learn to fight in the pit Can't get loose? Tighten your lip I go hard when it's time to roll, guard, and then tighten your pick (Tighten your pick) If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate (Bless me, bless me) If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection-