C. Vo - From the Mo. (Prod. by Darrell L. Fields). Facebook.com/cvofromthemo; @cvofromthemo
C. Vo is a brand new, young rap lyricist from Missouri City (The Mo.), Texas whose dirty south style merges old school hip hop fun with modern lyrical soph
C. Vo has been rapping since the tender age of 14 when he discovered a tape of old songs and unfinished beats his uncle Darrell "Dizzy D" Fields recorded over 15 years ago. Immediately C. Vo began to write original lyrics to the instrumentals. After all of the beats were used, he began recording to original beats produced by some of the sickest producers in the business.
Story behind the song
A commentary on the state of Christianity today.
Lyrics
Be blessed my friends today / in love and peace you'll stay / of this and more I pray / this is the Christian way?
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The Christian way, that's what some say, but will not hesitate to take a life away / with no delay, bullets over Broadway.
Cops shot an unarmed man, down in the street received a holiday / a paid suspension, that won't effect his pension, heightened racial tensions leads to greater apprehensions.
By guerrilla men, like Zimmerman who was simmerin' / would kill a man and bring his life to a bitter end.
For eatin' skittles with a hoodie on, my homie Trayvon / The destination, his parents home.
When an injustice interrupted his arrival, no survival / bible thumping by his rival, police too slow to find him criminally liable.
They say he had to stand his ground / execution's the solution when complexion's brown.
And say they're pro life / but they're not polite / we need mo rights, not po-lice. No justice, no peace, Jesus H. Christ.
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So you a christian huh? Sunday parishioner? / load ammunition up, with repetition, your ambition's to take me outa commission.
Opposition's pushing back in prevention with full extension / and did I mention, alter boys receive unwanted sexual attention.
Catholic priests receive suspensions. They're word mincers / Revelation to Genesis, they're not serious / Vatican's dubious, why weren't they more curious?
Who would do this, a modern day Judas / Christ is higher than Ceaser, they stab his heart like they're Brutus.
Ruthless, their endeavours are fruitless / with a minute alone, I'll slap their face 'til they're toothless
Turn the other cheek, they don't practice what they preach / seven days a week, go head with that God speak.
The Lord is my father, the earth is my mother / so I love her to life and place no one above her.
If the sea is my sister, the sky I'm under's my brother / but my beloveds they plunder and hide their crimes undercover.
Environment's torn asunder, screams with lightening and thunder / from hot sahara desert, to wild Alaskan tundra
Glaciers meltin' like butter / but, when judgment day comes around (believe that) they'll all shutter.
(When judgment day comes around we'll all shutter.)
