Amen

Hello, hello, are you at home?
Let me be an asshole
Treat you like the NSA and sneak into your back door
Back when I was nothing but a tadpole - act out
Now we all hard cause we all got tapped phones
How can you rap though?
You ain't never hang around no black folk
Oh I didn't mean to say that though, back stroke, back stroke
Maybe I can act poor
Maybe I can tell my mom and daddy end the cash flow
Funny ain't so funny when you actually in that hole, that's low
Throw you in the hole so you never get to pass go
Color of your skin can change the colors in your back pockets
All blue, making y'all blue
What y'all can do?
Take the law into your own hands if you want to
Cause that old man with all of those grands doesn't want you
No grants
And they won't let you take a loan out to make into law school
A system that treat you like you already in prison
That the world you want to live in?
Where you give birth to your chidren?
I don't know, I never knew nothing
So I dumb out and hope to keep that revenue coming
What you done with?
The kid that I used to be, is he coming back?
Or is he gone forever like the mom and dad
Of an orphan, cause his parent's couldn't afford him
Take this overdose and you'll get better in the morning
If I bring you home, I'll probly leave without a warning, sorry
Blame it on me being alcoholic
It's the fault of me of not knowing what I wanted
This land - I walked across it
But I still don't understand
Meditating
At Heaven's gates, waiting
But they still won't let me in
Life of skeptic, you never win
How can I be heaven sent - I don't know if I exist
Give me a sign - I won't even believe my eyes again
A fabrication of my imagination
I've been thinking
Do sociopaths make it? Or do they have Satan?
And even if they didn't leave a body in a basement
That's an important question
Give it proper deliberation
Logical implication
Hell or vindication? Or elimination
How can you be absolved of your sins if you didn't feel that you've made them?
Same reason people killed in nations you never heard the name of
What do have faith in? Amen

I'm a man, never been a God
Nothing but a man, life gets so hard
Yelling amen to the sky like
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Heaven knocking on your door, sending ya a message
From your Reverend
Says, give him all your money, or you're gonna get it
You watched somebody pass out and somebody catch him
What more evidence can he give ya? I feel ya
That "Run for the Cure never gonna finish
They sell you a pink product, ya thinking ya make a difference
When less than five percent of it will go into prevention
Ugh, now everybody get to mammogramming, yeah
Now everybody get to mammogramming, damn it
I'm starting to thinking we taking it for granted
What happened to science? Are we happy it's dying?
I got all of these thoughts in my mind
I just gotta write him down, ugh
I wish I had people to listen to me now, ugh
Wish people would call me tell and me I had talent
Wish people record me for free, forward me beats
Cause right now, I can't do it myself, ugh
Where am I going, and will I get a welcome?
Will I ever finish my album?
Will I get five minutes of fame to say what I wanna say
And everybody walk way
Ugh, and everybody walk away
And everybody walk away
Will I get my five minutes of fame to say what I wanna say
And everybody walk away?
Can you feel me?

I'm a man, never been a God
Nothing but a man, life gets so hard
Yelling amen to the sky like
Oh, oh, oh, oh
And we don't know why
And we don't know why
And the light keeps fading