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True and living God True and living God You showed us what it's really like to go against the odds Shadow after shadow aiming barrels at my head This what happens when they find out we was never telling lies The foretelling of sworn felons who prophesy Who know the Bible is alive and look it in the eyes Mirror mirror My reflection is clearer My protection is nearer When my connection is purer That Ghost Holy That image I hold closely All they get is love and forgiveness when they approach me What you doing, ya debt is forgiven You do not owe me, no stress My emotions and feelings they don’t control me I’m blessed I have no curse to pronounce upon anybody I’m going up Like the elevator in the lobby And when I get there I need the Lord to identify me All dressed up, covered in blood, His Spirit inside me Money not made outta paper It’s made of cotton Letras de cancionesSlaves would pick it after it blossom Master would trade it for gold profits But history has faded, this has been forgotten Today it seems like we got options now God’s people counting tender legal by the pound But don’t forget about the 1933 lock-in They kept the gold and gave us dollars We still counting cotton "Yeah, straight up, that's what I was trying to explain to you. It's not really made of paper. That's why it don't really rip easy. It's really made of cotton, nomsayin? Listen, how much I owe you? 80? 20, 40, 60, 80, 100. Here, keep the change." It’s freedom in you God Freedom on you God, yes I was is the dark lost until you lit a star The cost of living and the wages of sin is death Pursuing anything but you makes me my only threat Respect I was raised where hope is rarely found At any given moment they raise the scope and stare you down Where there's no such thing as innocent In a sense, if it’s money on your head Your fate can lie in a cent Some do dirt and then repent It’s no forgiveness in the clip They exclude the sentiments They want grace without giving it They start a war and then they quit Spend lawyer money defending it Embracing their demons Spot provocative images For they soul back they fiending Devil promised them freedom But he can’t cover that order They let his aura deceive them Freedom is completed in Yeshua, He frees us Trust Him, 'cause without Him even God would be speechless Money not made outta paper It’s made of cotton Slaves would pick it after the blossom Master would trade it for gold profits But history has faded, this has been forgotten Today it seems like we got options now God’s people counting tender legal by the pound But don’t forget about the 1933 lock-in They kept the gold and gave us dollars we still counting cotton Still slaves still counting cotton "Contrary to popular belief, money isn't actually made from paper but printed on a material made from 75% cotton and 25% linen..." "It is the faith in the government of the United States that gives the U.S. currency its value. It's not backed by gold, it's not backed by anything except people's confidence in the United States of America..." From Letras Mania