Hymn and I

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)