Lyrics:
reading what God has written
I don't have ambition, no
My phone is eating up all of my time
They ask are you good and I say that I'm fine
Really I'm not,
of a dead bird
Not bothered by shifting patterns singing for dead worlds
Cascading god reveals itself to itself
The separation has been good for my health
of a dead bird
Not bothered by shifting patterns singing for dead worlds
Cascading god reveals itself to itself
The separation has been good for my health
And manifesting all my dreams
And by being in a city that’s
Always been a beam of light
My friends say keep working
Yeah, we need a light
But I just wanna shut off
VERSE I
While serving in the war, 1945
Not a day went by I wasn't thinking of you
The grace of God got me out alive
Came back to the states & we said
I was good to go, and I was set
It's my only shot in hell
God I better be right about this
The council has finished voting
Everyone's intentions made
opportunity
I took a quicker route
Cause it was nothing new to me
I'm in that booth now
I ran it up all by my own
Spitting truth now
I can't control which way
that we living
The value that the paper has is
Only what we give it
Thank God, it's like slaves
'cause they all are on a mission
And then we pay the tax,
From day to day I know that I'm in all of your conversations
You never have anything good to say about me
That's ok cause everyone's entitled
Dont know what life could've been
I know it had to happen for the best
God stop putting me through these fucking tests
At least make them multiple choice
Yeah
Feel like I've arrived, I'm alive for the first time
Feeling like a God on the inside, don't run and hide
Stubborn in my ways, but it got me
been rhyming on
Under the Trunks, my Piccolo
My God
She blushed, I just laughed
This ain't my final form
Pussy nice, warm
Comfort food, like home
Made
stop my favor, It’s not determined by you anyway
And I’ve been waiting for this moment in my life
So I ain’t worried ‘bout what hate has to say
a new stance, got a new team
Got a new dance, got a new dream
Don't tell me it's by chance when I get everything I need
I sacrificed it all just so part
Put me on a 45 degree, no sweat
Real niggas been tilt out here to the best
Aye
Up in the stu
Hey
Chill at my desk
Hopped up on bumps and rips in my
look how I look
Monso don't fail me when I'm doing this for all them goods abi you save me
Cos I think I've prayed too less and used up all my freebies
The moment I came to Texas
I tried to hide where I came from
Thinking no one would understand me
I tried to fit in and measure up to other kids
But God makes
you'll a-b-c
That you just set the genius free
Cause these letters get injected intravenously and
Never has the alphabet inconvenienced me and when two
the eagle had to die?
Leavin' it's scrawny caucus on the poor people's lawn
Ain't it ashame that that the eagle has expired?
Oh vista allocation we've been
Uh, you're never too far gone
Uh, your pleading case has been covered by grace
I know it's hard to face
Well, at least for me it is, I feel guilty
I
has ended
But tell us why, why this ordeal?
What was your aim, or was it just some game
Have we been humbled, or did we prevail?
We've been enslaved,
fonda' how things work out
His foolishness has been wiser than our strongest of routes
So I surrender all and use the cross as leverage
Trying to scratch
Since the beginning, there has always been smut
God is smut, death is smut, your girl is probably smut, hip hop is smut
And now, for your pleasure,
problems are for me
My god
Look at his tattoos and those earrings
He could never get
A good job
Go home and beat your kids
So they don't turn out
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