yall wanna know what im talkin bout

woke up sunday went to church all dressed up

faced the preacher he prayed for me to so I can speak up

I have demons they are women these cravings aint saving my soul

it aint guilt it temptation my mom said get a job filled out paper work

so when i clock in I can feel my pockets become whole

that aint a holy topic I know I hope god answers

I live in a world of these no more romantics and we're

vigilant for cruisers acting as if god aint watching what were doin

cash persuin no piece similar to me and you so you aint human

and chasing this dough trying to play a tough guy role we keep it bottled

so dont even bother asking why we suicidal i hold bibles

I learned one godless moment is a moment of death stop holding ya breath and head low

I froze the moment, what good is love if you dont yourself whats weightier

what happens if you dismiss the only unconditional relationship

with your creator he's within my consciousness I want him

Revelations is coming to fruition no one listenin

they joke fully side with the devil giggling

saints in sinners body aint hear no body

is who you for truly for you or are they for them but they cannot protect

just to make this a radio hit ten angels earthquake swallow ya whip

reperation titanic sank in atlantic the new world trade went down and china panickin

pacquiao and mayweather just immediaely started whyling like babies

the big wall is created and the big wall is created native Americans alienated

bars barricaded taxes evaded but none of it matterin video models aint flatterin

chariots pick up for the rapture and hoes begin to get in where the jasper

and gold on the palace god wont let them in

and presidents die like residence friends picked up in air

they disappear blaming it on hallucination then excuses are made doomed in they conscience

zulu nation get bombed and riots are happening panther’s wear black again all whites wearing white

shoot a church up we tell them go back to Europe as strangers in they land deuturonomy in ours and they hand

mulattos become enslaved zulu nation Zimbabwe no more rants from Kanye roc follows masterplan

Rockefeller and all them down in the bunkers safe's wearing the furcoats are the safe’s locked

the worlds aflame

none of what they harvest is saved carcasses array in cascade no caskets no graves

all ocver parks alleyways and market places

tornadoes is constant rainstorm cracks soil turns to sand oil in the hand from a melting pot we fry up in a pan childrens outnumber the man stole the guns they ran

school shut down more bomb threats anthony bourdain

and chris christie is hungerin donald trump is humbled bimbos go for pimps which desert them

children dont come home at curfews an evangelist leads the world and theyb listen in

from his church pew I hope I'm not there dont shoot me before My prayer in mid air

youssef just came from the party hopped out the lobby into a Bugatti buzzed off bacardi in Gucci shades

a messed up tie shirt half button explosions in back ground I'm not afraid

these women turn to a pillar of salt and a bottle of rum to my face

 

 

 

 

 

 

a rfantasy about the apocalypse and how since i havent failed yet on a major scale

there is still hope the end of the world is your death and that could be anyday

i also talk about the royal elite its too the shady cypher beat it ends off

with interesxting imagery