Still got issues with almost being murdered
At times still tryna justify a pistol purchase
Even though the blood of God nullified the hurtin'
I just pay attention like I'm listening for the verdict
I could see and hear everything, audio and visual
Peripheral, guard my perimeter with principles
One nation under God, still indivisible
All though I'm far from it, they still look at me like I'm a criminal
You know the streets know one thing, Heaven is real
And Yeshua is the only way, there's no appeal
Why are we acting like media ain't a A&R
Teaching there's no right and wrong, erasing God
Micro chip season is upon us
We on suicide watch, they praying we do the honors
45 spraying on behalf of our problems
Making do or die statements, but the facts we don't acknowledge
Cult logic thinking robotic
Material world making dollars off narcotics
And things ain't always what they seem
Remember them nightmares always start out like a dream
Praying to be honest the Father would intervene
American dream sold as a product to the fiends
Bible tell us that we can't serve God and money
People put God on the money and told us they were the same, Lord please
I see pain on the street
I see hurt in their eyes
I see crooked police
When will justice arrive
You said this is how we should pray for your kingdom
So Father in Heaven no please let Your will be done
For me, I'm going after the heart of the Almighty
Law abiding citizen of Heaven
Tradition is a weapon, religion is a lame
Unless it's the last verse in the first chapter of James
I have no desire to ever master the game
More concerned with my body, rather master my frame
Rather master my thoughts, that would make me insane
That would make me the illest, that would make a king
Holla if you hear me? Yell if you feel the same
Salvation is more than I could ever attain
Property of the Lord, not property of a flame
The only way I'll win if a prophesy I became
All the status and the fame, the furthest thing from my mind
Could been had a chain, ain't nothing to commit a crime
All the money in the world couldn't buy me enough time
Tryna down pay forever God wouldn't take a dime
And ya'll ain't fooling me with that foolery in ya rhyme
Drunk, throwing up with ya mind over the john
Blatant hatred and a disrespect for women
Only toward another man you feel safe professing feelings
Politics are tricking us, landlords evicting us
In the school of thought we hang in the halls please come visit us
Land of the lost, land of the propaganda and art
See the Son of man standing far off and go hand Him your heart
True love
I see pain on the street
I see hurt in their eyes
I see crooked police
When will justice arrive
You said this is how we should pray for your kingdom
So Father in Heaven no please let Your will be done