Letra de ' Sundown Wars ' de Mark

Living in this world is to hard solo and you it's odd to me
Dodging a god that sees
Every free thought and move we make from place to place and sometimes i can't relate
Cause the space between two worlds seem to great
To bridge the gap between facts and fake
But i retain my shape
Though toss by these violent shakes
Flesh dictates at times
Ungod especially amongst unruly kind
My mind is under the master
Over matter over laughter
Over lacking trying
Over fear of dying after
Speaking truth in front anger troops
Million anger boots
So be it, it's only normal that some will want to stone me
I plan on standing boldly
Snakes that watch, watch me coldly
But i stand strong like god chose me

Hook:

Oh lord! it's the sundown wars
When the goes down
It's time to grab my cross hit the town
It's the sundown wars
When the sun goes down the warriors arise from the underground
(repeat)

They say it's good for a young man to bear the yoke in his youth
My calve muscles swollen from squating trials for truth
5:00 pm hit the crib and undress my suit
6:30 in baggy hoody and my boots
Jump in the ride pick-up the crew for the rendezvous
Laying in the cut
Exchanging pounds and wazzups
Cruising the streets
Marinating on beats
Serenading on the way the lord never skips a heartbeat
The sun retires hear come the vampires
Sucking the necks of souls until they think grace expires
Henchmen, sent men by the evil one
To baffle the innocent
With sin define as fun
But my boys and i are strapped with spiritual weaponary
Chattingboxing heavyweights with real eyes that see
Penetrating through clubs
Penetrating through thugs
Penetrating through promiscious women looking for love
It presses hard upon my soul i can't wait 'til god comes
My pops said he been through the same in kingston
"but from the vantage point of god mark he's looking down
Watching your boot footprints make concrete new holy ground

As the sun sets
It awakens the projects
The rejects feel comfortable toting teks
There's no justice, no judge and no jury
Thugs pitch rocks for the jewerly it furious
But my people we cut from the same cloth
Adding a little water same sauce by no longer lost
So my ministry not for overseas
The vietnamese
But right here where they die in threes
Take off your suits preacher
Lace up your boots preacher
Lead by example
Show us a sample
Of a how you do it
Are you up to it
Allergic to guns
They give you the runs
So don't even bother you stay in the church i stay in the streets
I'm the prince eygpt here to let rameses no
To let my people go!
Ride or die!