Verse 1: I feel like a priest at the Vatican, secret practice Islam while behind enemy lines with paranoia inside. My life spins on a clock, I'm a simpleton in the mind while my clairvoyance is blocked, I'm trembling with this Glock. Smoking just to stay calm my swisher blunt is a phoenix. Ashes ashes I pass it, I'm putting $$#es in seats and you have no choice but to clap while I'm at the podium speaking. Like a young brother Malcolm pouting, my pockets bulimic. So I'm scheming with my problems a solution to acknowledge. Go against my pride revert to selling crystal powder or travel the battlefield for a victim and try to rob him. Worse idea by far but I get inside my car and I'm

Hook: Riding with the Bible and the Quran on the dash, and I'm swerving while I'm driving so they beefin when they clash. Its absurd and that's a problem I'm indecent to the fact. I inhale it, and I pop it go to sleep on top my bed and when I wake up, I try to find the strength to have control. Dear heavenly father please help me to cleanse my soul. Walk in the gates of hell with the glock inside of my clothes, nothing but treacherous thoughts surrounded by demons and hoes.


Verse 2: I repent when I do it, hypocrisy in my movements. Sinning is so poetic but why the $#&@ am i fluent, don't know but I cant forget it imagine if your the shooter. Killer one of your brothers imagine if your the Judas haunted by nothing but angels screaming #Secondlifemusic. In tune with the fact that my faith is so inconclusive. Whether I bow my body and start to prey to the east, or put crosses on top my body scuba diving in holy water. Prey not to have a son and more so not to have a daughter to watch them suffer internally side of this new world order. Death of dreams and my mental caliber made me a mourner, developing by the truth that I could just never conform. Im being born in a pre war Sodom and Gomorrah, nothing but my words and my balls but these lyrics not lying dormant. So I bow my head have a conversation with God, whether the Church or the Mosque I'm a get inside the car and I'm


Hook 2x: Riding with the Bible and the Quran on the dash, and I'm swerving while I'm driving so they beefin when they clash. Its absurd and that's a problem I'm indecent to the fact. I inhale it, and I pop it go to sleep on top my bed and when I wake up, I try to find the strength to have control. Dear heavenly father please help me to cleanse my soul. Walk in the gates of hell with the glock inside of my clothes, nothing but treacherous thoughts surrounded by demons and hoes

Verse 3: And when I wake up, I say to myself was it worth it? Poison flows through your blood whenever you chillin with serpents. Smoking weed with the demons and trying to pillage the virgins, now I lay me down to sleep into hell I enter imperfect. Or inside of a prison cell with guilty being the verdict. The thoughts that I contemplate while I'm smoking and sipping bourbon. The hopes of the metaphysical coming to deliver purpose while keeping my fingers crossed, while I'm high and drunk on the church steps.