asking me if im the **** god inspiring, streets got me perspiring history filled with regrets love no chst water to wine bread and fish miraculously how blessing be arriving religiously havin a picnic religion just a language of faith i aint been in a church for a while not aetheism but how to live with this change is how? come to church with us not on ones doesn't mean u down and the addict aint fly name thats gravity im humble in pain hunger for a plate after came home late food for the stomach you aint know hunger the **** n the fungus athletes feet infecting the youngest ball rap or trap to the kids inna struggle ball rap or trap if you a kid in a struggle all that cash you want cannot not hustle first hundred then the commas cometh momma crying kykle in trouble the jungle codes cold as jermane under hov
with the wrongs done upon youpracticing making perfect