| The homie asked me why I ain’t been to church lately |
| I told him it’s a thin line between pimping and preaching |
| You feel me? |
| Hey you |
| You with your head in the clouds |
| You’ve been running around on the tightropes |
| You found in the minds of the weak |
| You seek to speak with fire on your tongue |
| Flames on your lungs |
| Your bow has stung many sweethearts |
| We’ll rock on back the mode I’m yelling unto |
| If God was black, then the Devil was too |
| Where’s my son at, I will not launch back to the odd one’s axe |
| I’m a rebel on move |
| I watch some act in a hellish young mood |
| And I’ve done that, but I’m telling the youth |
| To not jump out of it when everyone do |
| And God what have we let it come to? |
| The textbooks that everyone use |
| Is all full of lies like in every um school |
| I’m talking 'bout the Bible that societies will print about variety |
| And hide and seek everyone’s truth |
| So if it is what I believe, I hold the world inside of me |
| It’s all like verbal sodomy, I said it was too |
| And woke is what you try to be but Luci got you wide asleep |
| And knows the Bible wiser than your reverend huh fool |
| Now everybody searching for ya true form |
| Something to worship and do more |
| And what he did to you is true war |
| White, black, yellow, blue or a red being with two horns |
| Guard ya newborns, 'cause when you lost in a huge storm |
| And all you have is your memory of enemies that you swore |
| Were being true until you were gone |
| Imagine how it would feel to be revealed to you that you were wrong |
| The beloved ballad of Babylon |
| Written way before cuneiform, they raise you on no Amazon |
| Could decode the text, we know what’s next |
| Those who pose a threat on the motherland we travel on |
| I pray for wisdom Lord, give me more |
| And leave me not to temptation when Satan’s in many forms |
| How many weapons can a nigga form? |
| When he use everything against me, I said this when I sung |
| Hey you |
| You with your head in the clouds |
| You’ve been running around on the tightropes |
| You found in the minds of the weak |
| You seek to speak with fire on your tongue |
| Flames on your lungs |
| Your bow has stung many sweethearts |
| Don’t blame it on the devil, blame your own |
| You don’t wanna hear that hang the phone |
| Up when I say you’re in the danger zone |
| 'Cause God and the devil play the game of thrones |
| I would rather reign in my lane alone |
| Than be the same, just a famous clone |
| If you say the devil is a liar better change your tone |
| 'Cause I spit fire and the flames have grown |
| Tell me this: don’t you think it’s odd |
| People kill each other in the name of God |
| If you preach hate then they applaud |
| Seems like the whole religion thing’s a fraud |
| A heinous job |
| Mainly to maim and rob and try to tame like you train a dog |
| Now how many claim the squad, all the strangers nod |
| 'Cause they’re down with the Brain and Mob |
| What’s the definition of a devilish deed? |
| Sellin' salvation for a hell of a fee? |
| If I don’t tithe I guess hell’ll get me, no relevancy |
| Just malevolent greed meant to benefit the |
| People on top, could the evil just stop |
| God settle this please, that’s when I heard a voice say |
| «You already know this is pimp game elementary» |
| Not saying all church is bad and it’s a worthless fad |
| But take a look under the surface lad |
| Some people be the first to grab |
| At anything thinkin' it’ll save em when it is the worst to have |
| You gotta watch for the devil, preying on the weak, those in need, |
| and the ones who wanna be free |
| It could be anybody, gotta keep your third eye open |
| It could even be me |
| Hey you |
| You with your head in the clouds |
| You’ve been running around on the tightropes |
| You found in the minds of the weak |
| You seek to speak with fire on your tongue |
| Flames on your lungs |
| Your bow has stung many sweethearts |
| And if I fall from grace like I ate everything up off my plate |
| And scraped it all and forgot to pray |
| Will Hell be where I’m off to blaze |
| For an eternity, 'cause if so religion, I’ma walk away |
| I’ve seen awful ways |
| It all correlates with these wars and many die 'fore they mark appraised |
| Could turn beast with some more to say |
| Lord I put down my cross today |
| I woke up and I lost my faith, I mean |
| How would you feel |
| When you grow up in church and you’re certain it’s too real |
| Watch that family kick out like a few bills |
| And the church done upgraded, done made about two mil |
| And ya bro can’t afford to eat two meals |
| And they tell you to pray so you do still |
| Just to find out that others want you killed |
| Would rather take a blue cross than a blue shield |
| The Devil got me shooting my neighbor |
| For not sharing beliefs, I’m using my banger, producing my anger |
| The serpent that came in my yard is enjoying the fruits of my labors |
| Looking at my lady like you cannot save her |
| But you’ll be the heroin and who is my taker |
| I don’t wanna get used to my haters |
| Finally produce all my wages |
| What if God was one of us, I’ll take that verse |
| Just to ooh-wee, no I can’t say that word |
| I’ll put love in the universe and make that heard |
| I’m just a vessel for the creator so take that curse |
| You all try to consume me with |
| If we’re made in God’s image, then label me a humanist |
| And if rap is the way that I’m proving it |
| Then why they all calling it the devil’s music then |
| I’m like |
| Hey you |
| You with your head in the clouds |
| You’ve been running around on the tightropes |
| You found in the minds of the weak |
| You seek to speak with fire on your tongue |
| Flames on your lungs |
| Your bow has stung many sweethearts |
| I’m doomed for the grave so I bang my thesis |
| You fear for your death so you pray to Jesus |
| Amazing you wasted your days away |
| You changed the date the same thing reigns in pieces |
| All for change of things, but you can’t pay leases |
| I push through the streets in my fake Adidas |
| What I’m brazin' |
| But you the same person that believes that the snake talked to Eve in the |
| Garden of Eden |
| Believe in BS of hope if you want but Hell is only created so people in society |
| will come to fear it |
| And every time I talk about religion, people get so offended |
| So I don’t mention 'cause people don’t wanna hear it |
| Hearing the spirits and I don’t mean to burst your bubble but I never |
| understood why he look like thee |
| When in Revelations chapter one verse fourteen |
| That motherfucka said the blood look like me |
| The way that you all portray him, I’ma need I. D |
| It’s funny how you people all change ya faces |
| Brain erases time but you stay sedated |
| And I ain’t never really seen amazing graces |
| And I ain’t ever really seen the change of pace it’s |
| Fucked if you that I can’t relate with |
| Staying, wasting days in a hotel naked |
| Looking up into the heavens thinking why I’m hated |
| Another day, another let down trip |
| Homie just lost his house and his kids |
| That’s real some days I look up in the mirror and think I don’t really wanna |
| live |
| And with so many different types of religion and different types of repentin', |
| then how am I to even pick? |
| I mean someone tell me, what it really is |
| It’s a thin line between pimping and preaching… |