Artist: Isaiah Rashad Album: Cilvia Demo Song: Tranquility Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Isaiah Rashad] Well, thank God for the shooter, hmm, and thank God for the leader, hm And think hard for a message, blink hard on pedestrians, what are you, a believer? We're tranquil for a Brutus, hey, and hard road for a Ceasar, hey Well, who came from the heavens? They killed for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm And thank God for the shooters [Isaiah Rashad] Them hard streets make a militant man Fuck a bitch, be as real as you can Our education, they tend to say we killers again But I'd rather give this livin' a chance, I'm gettin' patience I wonder if the world is gon' see us, it's just niggas They treat lyrics like I hold triggers like I make difference Then downplay, what I'm given like I'm no different It make me wanna move to my aunt's house I've been on pills since a little one... Start with Advil then we level up... I wonder if my son gon' trust me, after songs so ugly 'Bout his moms, ain't mean to see the world so crummy They got.. Tec-9's for Jesus So I figured that the second coming, was never comin' Go figure heaven is a hassle cause They don't even want a nigga back in Africa [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad] Well thank God for the shooter, hmm, and thank God for the leader, hm And think hard for a message, blink hard on pedestrians, what are you, a believer? We're tranquil for a Brutus, hey, and hard road for a Ceasar, hey Well, who came from the heavens? They killed for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm Well thank God for the shooter, yeah, and thank God for the leader, hm-mm-mmm And think hard for a message, blink hard on pedestrians, what are you, a believer? Hm We're tranquil for a Brutus, and hard road for a Ceasar, yeah Well, who came from the heavens? They killed for a blessin', they gon' do it to Jesus, hm And thank God for the shooters [Isaiah Rashad] And some of us fall, and some of us hover And some of us shooters, and some of us lovers I see the sum of it all, I'm runnin' for cover Invite you for supper, but really they hunt you What's really 300? Who's really a gangster? Was really the prey, was really in danger I'm willin' to pray, I'm feelin' the angels Is liquor the savior? This moment will contain us And ride to the far side, I'm lookin' for peace Just spread the cigar wide, a moment of ease Hard benches for my brothers that be roamin' the streets We don't always be the leaders that they want us to be I'm just hopin' that she prayin' while she down on her knees See I often treat these hoes like their fathers would be Good Lord, my flaws Blind you, got you time for, my flaws [Chorus]