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