Lyrics
Take me through
Take me through
Take me through
Please, Jesus
Take me through
Ooh, yeah
Take me through
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your digits ain't extensive
You ain't boxing with the god
I been writing for so long
Carpal tunnel in my palms
Rapping psalms for you niggas
I'm giving you what you want
Get inspired by the messiah
the choir say Oooh lord
Never liked the pastor
Black bastard that took my money
Always seemed to judge me
Somehow I thought it was funny
Raising tithes to the sky
I'm fly like cumulonimbus
Penning scriptures
painting vivid pictures
Yaweh as my witness
Dawg I feel alive
this that ride or die
Spit that homicide
That Mr. Clean
Make you twist your face up like green listerine
You listening to the illest villain
Daniel rest in peace
Silver Cuban round my neck
Shining like a halo ring
I lay with a goddess
We on demon time
Feeling too divine
I pick her fruit
Sweet like clementine
Straight right off the vine
She give me life
I feel revived
Ghost her on the 3rd day
no Jesus Christ
Angel's watching over me
Please spread your light
We are not the same
I am on a higher plain of consciousness
I do not complain
About the labels lacking sponsorship
I just spit these hymns and stack my chips til the apocalypse
From a place where you don't
Go to school
You don't make change
You ain't doing much
Grandma used to show a lot of love
Then I dropped out and I ain't see her much
Lost one a couple years ago
I know she looking down and she proud of us
I got brothers that are proud of us
I got a choice and a lot of love
The tris and the sprite is a sip slow suicide
Doctor said to take one
I think I'm popping three tonight
I know I ain't living right
Papa would be mortified
But you know mama always choose my vices over good advice
My girl wants me to stay alive
Don't know what her incentive is
She gives me her love and time and I just give her expletives
Lot of bitch synonyms and backhands like Williams twins
Mama told me talk to God
I guess he wasn't listening
Whole ocean of holy water couldn't wash the sentiment
It's a mess
I'm swimming in hard to swallow like cinnamon
People scared to live their truth but I'm rapping and singing it
I ain't got no shame
I guess I can't get too much worse than this
If I'm ever sentenced I know I won't be visited
I just be another stupid nigga in the system
If a judge decides to give me life then I'm a quickly finish it
They'll say thank God she died and he'll reply don't mention it
Ellie-belly
You do know that you can always talk to us
Michael Harris
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