Children of God

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Track Listing
1. Conception 01:47
2. Best Time To Pray 01:22
3. Insomniac Pt.1 (Nightfall) Feat. DJ GI Joe 03:33
4. History Of Violence Ft. BadSportt 03:15
5. Angel Dust (Feat. Lord Jamar) 05:13
6. Deliver My Soul (Ft. Majesty & Maya Azucena) 03:54
7. Culture Shock 00:33
8. The Uprock Ft. Masta Ace 02:50
9. The Downrock Ft. Rugged N Raw, BadSportt & Smarty Pants 02:48
10. 15 Minutes 04:00
11. The Reign (WUDU) 03:18
12. Suga 04:53
13. Children Of God 03:51
14. How To Make A N_____R 00:58
15. Someplace 05:29
16. Blessed Ft. SOS, Aja And Elijah 01:01
17. Kingdom Of Heaven 03:09
18. Prelude to Life in Black & White 03:15

hasan-salaam-lyrics
15 Minutes
15 Minutes
Written by: Hasan Salaam
(Produced by: Craig Rip)

[Verse 1]
I'm trying to shake of the blues
So I keep rolling them dice like c'mon yo I need new shoes
No handouts im out here paying my dues
You know the rules show n prove or you fixing to lose
Don't get it confused
Cause im out here grinding round the time you hitting your alarm on snooze
The proofs in the pudding and with all the work I put in
I'll be damned if I let somebody tell me I couldn't
But now everybody want something like I'm in a place
To put you on cause you added me as friends on myspace
I'm a keep it real sun I don't got a deal
Fuck you want me to do help you be unsigned to
Nah dude I gotta 1st take care a me and mines
Realize it goes much deeper than just beats and rhymes
Each lines designed as a stop look and listen sign
Free the mind and at the same time keep the music live…

[Hook]
The worlds just a stage everybody is on
You can only get played by the game so long
Its 15 minutes
Give yah 15 minutes
After 15 minutes you're gone…

[Verse 2]
Nowadays everybody wanna debate who's the greatest
Biassedly basing they statements on the rich and the famous
Dick riders name drop the same people and places
Claiming a 1st name basis with Diddy and Clive Davis
Labels want a Elvis situation reinstated
So they can re-write our history and tell us they made it
Them Hip-Hop police and federal agents
Keep staking out the shows and making bullshit cases
The DJ's don't really give a fuck what you saying
Long as the payola paying then somebody'll play it
Same 3 songs rotating on rap radio stations
Like fuck if its creative as long as the beat is banging
Kids no longer separate life from entertainment
And with all the gangsta shit no one explains an affidavit
Your ghostwriters ain't coming out to your arraignment
Emulating your favorite rappers a painstaking engagement
Backstabbers backstage with smiling faces
Put on Oscar worthy attempts full of obvious hatred
The games gone global and the stakes are elevated
But this started in the park making hits in the basement
Don't forget it…

[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I stepped up in this game ditty bopping
Who rock and get it popping like grand wizard needle dropping
Not into share cropping for some cracker picking cotton
I just keep it Hip to the Hid Op and don't stop it
But now everybody telling me 30's the new 20
And eventually im a blow up like it was meant to be
Shit I don't got no time to wait on fate
My old Earth been sick and the bills are late
So when that mystical, magical, majestical day happen
I'll be dragging them haters from the back of the bandwagon
Half of um won't understand the jewels that I gave um
Other half still pronouncing my name Haysen Salem
So lets get better acquainted as I deliver the proof
Raw emotion every time that I steps in a booth
So just I case I wasn't properly introduced
Mom dukes call me Sanni you could call me the truth……
Kingdom of Heaven
Kingdom of Heaven
Written by: Hasan Salaam
(Produced by: Iron Braydz)

The kingdom of heaven is here
We just gotta reach it
The garden stay in fruition with waters flowing beneath it
As the false idols of Babel are broken to pieces
Living prophecy take shape and a ciphers completed
The word of god was made flesh for the righteous to speak it
Not enough just to believe it
Gotta live it and teach it
Worst sin you can commit is keeping knowledge a secret
Truth is right in front our eyes most ain't looking to see it
The devil keep us deaf, dumb, and blind
Addicted to crime
Feeding us venomous swine
To poison our minds
Plague and pestilence redefine the signs of the times
For the 7th is a testament to all mankind
Both sides been aligned for the will to decide
We're on a very thin line between jinn and divine
You could feel the world spin
Here at the center of sin
Just look no further than yourself and find a heaven within...Amen

Chorus(4x)
La ilaha ilallah, ilallah
I bear witness there is none but Allah

Verse two
See there truly must be something that these atheists miss
With every breath every step the almighty exists
People bled a common thread and them wounds ain't stitched
Keep the Sabbath and a ratchet never cease and desist
Been through hell death ships brought us up the river Styx
Yet we still lift our voices to a heavenly pitch
From the pain that came down like acid rain through the mix
Fact remains that the sun of man cannot be eclipsed
10% would have you think this living god is a myth
In order to benefit from having all of us tricked
As the comatose drift through the darkest abyss
Shaytan is playing host to their ignorant bliss
Life ain't about what you got on your wrist
Your house or your whip salvation can't be bought by the rich
Every waking moment given is benevolent gift
So spend it wisely and not wasteful
The graceful are the faithful
The ungracious are the hateful
Life has proved fatal since the dawn of earth's cradle
Only you can save you
So stay true to them words you are bound
Its all ups and downs either you swim or you drown
Heavens no higher than your crown
And hell is no lower then the ground
Take a look around the hereafter is now
For fate is all based on god blessing the child
So when them lights dim in death you're born again
Allah's One and that has no beginning or end
Some could feel the world spin
Here at the center of sin
Just look no further than yourself and find a heaven within...Amen
Someplace
Someplace
Written by: Hasan Salaam
(Produced by: Craig Rip)

[Verse1]
Its like coming home and finding out the locks been changed
Mailbox got new names the whole blocks rearranged
Mom and Pop spots replaced by old navy and starbucks
Fact still remains they wanna get rid of all us
From Jerz to Oaktown and back down to New Orleans
We don't own the hood we call home they strangling all us
That constitution shit it ain't never been for us
So behind closed doors you could guess what they call us
Ambitions getting clouded by the bleakest surroundings
Urban renewal only means unaffordable housing
Tenements becoming condo's worth hundreds of thousands
So single Moms with 3 mouths to feed get forced up out em
Its overcrowded at the bottom swept under the rug
Gentrification claiming more turf then Crips and the Bloods
After the flood we still waiting on something from H.U.D
But the French Quarter got Mardi Gras they partying up
What the fuck

Chorus
I'm looking for somewhere to go
Someplace that feels like home
Something I could call my own
I need some Peace of mind (mine)
I'm looking for somewhere to go
Someplace that feels like home
Something I could call my own
I need some P.E.A.C.E. of mind

[Verse2: Hasan Salaam]
My Uncle loves the devil cause he gives him nothing
He put the fear in his heart and took his knowledge from him
We keep our trigger fingers on the panic button
Self hatred got us rushing on a road straight to self-destruction
We becoming just a clone of our oppressor
Assimilate to their ways and still settle for lesser
Everyday we subject to torture beyond measure
If the tables got turned bet they'd fold under the pressure
Poverty's persistent
The ghettos afflicted
Politicians only visit for photo ops in this district
Life could end any instant
You blink and you missed it
Shit we tag our name on walls so someone knows we existed
We want some freedom but the system won't let it be
Even without a felony they push the death penalty
Genocide got us riding on the side of our enemy
There's gotta be an escape in this world of white supremacy

Chorus
I'm looking for somewhere to go
Someplace that feels like home
Something I could call my own
I need some Peace of mind (mine)
I'm looking for somewhere to go
Someplace that feels like home
Something I could call my own
I need some P.E.A.C.E. of mind

[Verse3: Hasan Salaam]
I'm trying not to let my mind erupt
Before my short time is up
I dream of heaven but I know where I'll be winding up
Recruiters in the schools quick to sign me up for lining up
On front lines of wars that ain't mine
So I can die for what?
Spill my blood over some rich mans oil
As they sit back comfortably collecting the spoils
See we're expendable as young black males
3 choices a life of servitude or you dead or in jail
We searching 4 the holy-grail as the dro is exhaled
Air is stale on the block where fresh flesh is for sale
I'll save the details for a day when justice prevails
And all the fake judges and snakes are getting stripped of their scales
Behind the veil that gets worn by this so-called democracy
Lies a country who's policy is racial inequality
So while you busy protesting occupations abroad
Might wanna fix your mess and clean your own backyard
Lord…

Chorus
I'm looking for somewhere to go
Someplace that feels like home
Something I could call my own
I need some Peace of mind (mine)
I'm looking for somewhere to go
Someplace that feels like home
Something I could call my own
I need some P.E.A.C.E. of mind
Angel Dust feat. Lord Jamar
Angel Dust feat. Lord Jamar
Written by: Hasan Salaam & Lord Jamar
Produced by: Lord Jamar

[Refrain: Hasan Salaam]
The power U's a scorcher once she put it on yah got you hooked on her
Allow me to warn yah she ain't no good for yah that's why they call her
Fiend for her spoil her Pay bills support her that's why they call her
Can't refuse the offer once she put it on yah got you hooked on her

[Chorus: Lord Jamar] Ashes to ashes life is just like smoking dust x4

[Verse1: Hasan Salaam]
Desperation in a whisper from a trick to a stripper
He think he gone get her
She loosening his zipper just to get the wallet quicker
No sex in the picture
She got the game of cat and mouse down to science
Only fucks clients as long as they buying
Meets up discreet and the payments are private
Works grinding in the club to up her clientele
Well aware that sex sells and she pimping it well
Her sweet tooth extends to nose candy as well
Said she hates cocaine but… loves the smell
From blunts laced with yay
To E and special K
Angel run through the alphabet like everyday
All your fantasies a phone call away
She could be anything you want deserves awards for the role play
Queen dominatrix always been her favorite
Feels like her talents wasted on average relations
Been offered everything from a college education
To all expenses paid vacations in the Caymans
It ain't what she's chasing but what she's escaping
Might choose to give it up but what's the toll is taking

[Chorus: Lord Jamar] Ashes to ashes life is just like smoking dust x4

[Verse2: Hasan Salaam]
Now despite what you'd expect she's not in it for the sex
Attracted to the cash only that paper make her wet
Lost love found her more concerned with a check
Total disrespect made her think it's all she could get
Cause quiet as it's kept
She's blessed with the vocals of a siren
Fallen angel wings clipped violent
The dream fell silent
The stars in her eyelids
Evaporated when her 1st forced his way inside it
Decided at an early age
That this game works both ways might as well get paid
Instead of getting fucked over for it
Might as well leave with something to show for it
Besides being broken hearted
Started off bar hopping to finance her fetish
Repeatedly playing exes living reckless
Heavy'd her soul
With her body exposed
She measured worth in dollar tips after swinging from poles
Cold shoulder
For real brothers that'll love her
But she hot to suck a dick for the rent without a rubber
Just another notch
Nameless encounter
Might forget your wife for the night but you could never forget about her… Angel

[Chorus: Lord Jamar] Ashes to ashes life is just like smoking dust x4

[Verse3: Hasan Salaam]
Angel always planned to take it on the road to LA LA land
Find a rich man and tan on the Malibu sands
Took a chance and booked a couple locked doors in advance
Expanded past the avenue
Pussy's international
Set up a cam and a website
Red light specials just to prove that her heads right
Never saved a penny for a rainy day or valued the cost
Of possibly losing the looks or the body falling off

[Refrain: Hasan Salaam]
The power U's a scorcher once she put it on yah got you hooked on her
Allow me to warn yah she ain't no good for yah that's why they call her
Fiend for her spoil her Pay bills support her that's why they call her
Can't refuse the offer once she put it on yah got you hooked on her

[Chorus: Lord Jamar] Ashes to ashes life is just like smoking dust x4