Just A Drop

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Water.

Water we need.

Water we need.

We need water. Water. Water we need.

Water we need.

Water.

-Water. -Water for my soul.

We need just enough water to bathe in. Just enough water to cook with.

They got enough water to play in. They got enough water to swim in.

They got enough water to drown in. They got enough water for fountains.

They got enough water for salmon. Well, we need enough water for a courtesy cup.

We need just enough water for emergency stuff. They don't care if our water get dirty as fuck.

We need enough water we can boil this crack, or oil these chapped lips, or coil these naps.

They need enough water to destroy the facts or offer you water behind your lawyer's back. I don't need a flood.

-Don't need a tub. -Yeah.

Don't need a cup, just a drop of the blood, oh.

-I seen the storm come. -Come.

I seen the warners. I know He's coming.

I can't wait 'til He does, oh. We need enough land to land on. Just enough land to stand on.

We live on the blocks with the houses abandoned. We do hospice at our aunts and our grandmas.

We be on house arrest smoking weed with the band on.

We need enough land for the porches and stoops so we can lean out the fortress and forge us a coupe.

Tell them gather all the pitchforks, torches, and troops.

I'm just preaching to the choir what a chorus could do. I'm just speaking to the fire what a forest could do.

'Cause when Goldie in your house pouring all your food out, what that porridge'll do.

This shit could turn smoky. These dwarves is not dopey.

They got enough land to test weather control, build Babylon ladders as if Heaven was close.

We seen every form of weapon that they ever could throw.

We just need for you to land and we ready to -go. Lord, I don't need a flood. -Don't need no flood.

-Don't need a tub. -Don't need a tub.

Don't need a cup, just a drop of the blood, oh.

-Drop. -I seen the storm come.

-I seen. -I seen the warners.

-Warners. -I know He's coming.

I can't wait 'til He -does, oh. -Oh.

After the slanderous propaganda and the hostile public crucifixion, mm.

Just after they cast lots for His robes, put thorns to His scalp, stripped Him out of His clothes, and whipped Him.

Right after the show trial in the kangaroo court, as He struggled up Calvary with that janky ass cross, my Lord cried out for water. Yes,

He did.

Instead, they gave my Lord vinegar.

The price you have to pay to go to Savior from minister.

Shit really hit the fan in the temple when He tweaked on the moneychangers and moneylenders, and Him and the Sadducees argued who Abraham's descendants was. They called Him a bastard, they called Him a rebel.

In John 8:44, He called their father the Devil. Hmm, that's why they banned Him off

Facebook probably.

The government'll probably brand Him as a hate group probably. Lord, I don't need a flood.

-Don't need no flood. -Don't need a tub.

-Don't need a tub.

-Don't need a cup, just a drop of the -blood, oh. -Drop.

-I seen the storm come. -I seen.

-I seen the warners. -Warners.

I know He's coming. I can't wait 'til He does, oh.

Oh. Oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.