Collection Plate

What's going on with that dynamic with prayer?
Why are we amongst the most praising people
But yet we seem to be on the bottom of so many areas in society?

Took a while to get straight, but made it through the lean years
I still ref from having to tread where the green is
Inverted tactics, was all dirty acts, never clean bins
The battle scenes are having no means made us mean kids
Almost caught us, those was rough waters the team bridged
Suffered damage, it's only mustard sandwiches, is seen fridge
Wish for a bun in the oven just not while love in my teen whizz
We pull a gun machine if you come between his

If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate
If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate

Afraid I prayed too quiet, couldn't hear
So often obliged to say if I die today, I wouldn't care (I don't give a fuck)
What good is rear, you shouldn't stare
Worst happens to the best, never test, the hood is fair
Schemes of cooking up bread had us busy holding toast
By and large, knew I'd catch a charge before the holy ghost
Came street wise where the heat rise, you know the coast
My brother swore to tug-of-war, I was shown the ropes
If I knew, I'd have been in the pew, writing legit
Fuel could've really used that lil' bite-and-a-sip
In the past, going nowhere fast, every night was a trip
Shoe-hoarded, was suited for it, but never liking the fit
Learned to fight in the pit, can't get loose, tighten your lip
I go hard when it's time to roll, guard, and then tighten your pick

If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate
If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate

If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection