GOD BE lOVING JUJU

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Burg City Records in Poetic Collaboration with tHE JB StUDiOs presents: GOD BE LOVING JUJU (AGAIN & AGAIN & AGAIN): I — The Sovereign ACKNOWLEDGEMENT ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO GOD (spoken intro) Before the beat, before the street, before the heat of the hustle, before the drum could hum, before the tongue had come to tussle, I bow my crown and set it down where the ground can hold my knee, for every rhyme and every line was Yours before it came to me. You lent the breath, You bent the death, You sent the rest when I was weary, You kept the flame when I came lame, You spoke my name when the night was dreary. So let this song be Yours along the whole long road it travels, from the first sound to the last ground where the final thread unravels. I acknowledge You, again and again and again, again and again and again and again. HOOK GOD be loving Juju, again and again and again, again and again and again and again. Grace in the place, light on the face, strength in the race when the pace is slow, Love from above, a hand like a glove, the gift of the dove wherever I go. GOD be loving Juju, again and again and again, again and again and again and again. VERSE 1: THE STREET THAT RAISED ME I rise with the skies, still wise to the lies wey dey fly for the market square, I carry my prayer through the heat and the glare, through the stare of the people wey no care. My shoe sabi dew, my view still dey new, my crew might be few, but the few dey true, and the GOD wey I knew when the money no grew still dey push me through like the morning blue. Dem doubt my route, dem shout me out, dem flout me about like a broken drum, but the root of my fruit no be dust for my boot, na the truth of the Suit wey make me become. I fall, I crawl, I hear the call, I stand up tall by the wall of grace, the pain became rain, the rain made a chain, the chain made a lane, and the lane found a place. PRE-HOOK So if you see me shine, the line no be mine, na Divine design inside my spine. If you see me rise, no be my size, na the GOD for the skies wey open my eyes. HOOK GOD be loving Juju, again and again and again, again and again and again and again. Grace in the place, light on the face, strength in the race when the pace is slow, Love from above, a hand like a glove, the gift of the dove wherever I go. VERSE 2: THE HAND THAT MAKES The hand that makes, the heart that breaks, the soul that takes the weight of the years, the brush that sweeps, the ink that keeps, the night that weeps and then dries its tears. I paint with the saints, I write without restraint, I fight without complaint when the road is long, the craft is a raft, the raft is a shaft, and the shaft lifts me high through the length of the song. Artes create where the gate was late, Artefacts wait where the weight is great, Memory ties what the history buys, Heritage cries till the future replies. No charm from the farm, no harm from the arm, no alarm can disarm what the Maker made, na the GOD in the work wey no let me shirk, wey turn every smirk into accolade. VERSE 3: FOR THE PEOPLE ON THE ROAD To my brother at the stop with the load on top, the sweat dey drop but the dream no stop, to my sister in the stall with her back to the wall, she no fit fall, she dey stand for all. To the youth with the truth but no proof for the booth, hold your tooth, keep your roof, keep your root, the same Hand wey dey crown, wey no let me drown, fit still turn your frown to a royal gown. From the gutter to the butter, from the stutter to the utter word of a voice set free, from the dust to the trust, from the rust to the just, from the must to the "Yes, it shall be." I no be the first and I no go be the last, but my past no go cast a shadow so vast, because the One wey hold the beginning and the end, my Father, my Friend, na my Anchor and Mast. VERSE 4: THE CHAIN OF PRAISE Praise in the days, praise in the haze, praise in the maze where the pathways bend, praise for the sun, for the race to be run, for the work to be done, and the love without end. Thanks for the banks of the river that flanks every rank of the life I live, thanks for the bread, for the thread, for the word that was said, for the more that You give. You shape and You drape, You open escape, You change the landscape of my troubled mind, You mend and You tend, You defend and You send, You befriend the one that the world left behind. So I bless and confess, I address no less than the Highest in the highest place, my rhyme and my time, my climb and my prime, every line and every chime, I return to Your grace. FINAL HOOK (louder, full band, crowd joins) GOD be loving Juju, again and again and again, again and again and again and again. GOD be loving YOU too, again and again and again, again and again and again and again. GOD be loving US all, again and again and again, again and again and again and again.