I've heard so many Christians use the word, n---er (For the benefit of those of you that know) I think that if the church could have waited 350 years To preach true Christianity As far as I'm concerned The church can wait forever Everyday just gathering strength Build a shield to really deal with the next tragic event Advanced lines about the last times I had to relent Since conceived, believed some things was too bad to repent Was charmed, had a moms to rejoice, dad to resent I knew it was all about a dollar before I gathered a cent Reasonably, could easily be on the ave in a tent Ka couldn’t cry, so I had to lament Then thought I'd meet my end violent in the street Changed lifestyle How I’m living right now? I’ma die in my sleep What I want to earn from this journey is to arrive at my peak Assess more goals for myself, like surviving is weak Many disciples beating they bibles Jesus, we need leaders with rifles Many followers loving the psalms Got us powerless, need some good brothers that's armed Keep my mind fresh, a lesson a day I pray my people stay with me every step of the way If peace unraveled and gotta battle? I’m best in a fray It's been touched, so don't trust what they testaments say For me, hugs from loved ones keep depression at bay Hard shooting buckets without two bucks Too much pressure to play I pack insight in black and white, addressing the gray Shinin' since baby, only shady one lessen my ray One mistake and son, it's mate, it’s that drastic Too many systematic dangers to be aimless and haphazard The mass came for the fast lane, some sat in traffic Don't act hard then, when asked to spar, back to flaccid You learn heartbreak from the most loyal It was fucked from the start, whole life was postcoital I always had doubt I'd sprout through that cold soil Then felt the hot of that melting pot, so boiled These youthful eyes saw us brutalized and sought pride Hard navigating being from the lowest tribe Many disciples beating they bibles Jesus, we need leaders with rifles Many followers loving the psalms Got us powerless, need some good brothers that's armed Got sense enough to know that you're lost (that's right) And you need to be found (that's right) (Nobody but you, Lord)