Paroles de 'We Don't Care' par Pro-Christ

Hook: we rap christ don't care don't care what you say/ you rap girls don't care what god say(2x)

Verse 1 (surreal): to those who bust the rhymes that come from flesh/ we spit the lyrics that run right through your chest/ you think its all good you sporting your bullet proof vest/ you got some legs but you can't run from death/ you rapping the cars, the girls and then/ you using the flows you wrote promoting sin/ you bangin and slangin the drugs to meet your end/ you trapped in the prison the walls is closing end/ we living this life, this life devout to christ/ i enter your block and step up on the mike/ we preachin and reaching to people that's holding tight/ to sin again i say give up your life/

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Verse 2 (rock): we spitting them lyrics that pierce through your heart every day just like a lama/ rapping about christ to your cousin, your sister, your daddy, and your mama/ if you don?t like it i don't care represent a god that bring that drama/ he?ll take the secular burn them in hell, i know they will have to holla/ we live in a time where you can't say christ or you get pop like some mortars/ not rapping for christ and rapping for the world. luke the devil's your father/ so take some notes so you won't get broke and choke for a lack of water/ don?t think you repenting in hell for your words, don?t try to bother/ i?m from the south you can call me country eat the word just like some cornbread/ we throw it back up when we spit on the mike and we rap about what christ say/ you spit about girls, you rapping that bling you speaking against what god say/ you think you have time got pop with a nine, you end up six feet deep dead, its code red/ sound the sirens the world is folding/ we on a team to spit flesh killing music, and christ does the coaching/ if you don't like what i?m talking about and still want to spit the secular way/ you can talk about us listen up pro christ don't care what you say/

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Verse 3 (rome): hold up if you don't know what your music is doing or how you in sin/ just sit back a look at what you do to the kids/ they look like you/ they talk like you/ they smell like you/ or should i say that they destined to hell like you/ cause you don't know god, so they don't know god/ you say that it's okay to be hard/ okay to disobey and break laws/ and so they applaud to the players, and thugs, and ball/ and give middle fingers to their parents, the law, and god/ and grow up as hoodlums that don't wanna see pass this drama/ and grow as players that can never see pass the dollars/ and grow up as ballers that can never see pass the prodder/ and just a regular little boy in class that tried/

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