A Conversation with God

[Verse 1: R9]
Father imma sinner hands are dirty cracked and blistered, momma blessed me with 2 brothers in this life don’t need no sisters, I could never love a woman cuz they all are lying bitches, shauty bad and I might hit it if she keep on sending signals, but I have no comfort in this world yet still I am no quitter, I’m bound to walk this earth alone till I decease and wither, I’m am king I’m up in the 6ix my people love me like I’m ceaser, member I was 16 wit my momma dying of cancer, god willing she survived but thеy had to take her tissue, still I can’t immaginе as a woman how that must have hit her, my brother ain’t so lucky blew his brains out this past winter, I can see his face it’s every night when Bro bro comes to visit me

[Verse 2: Smoke Bomb]
Hey God i got me a question
Why is everything that you do considered a blessing?
I guess ill just never understand it
You fucking stole her, mama
I can't get my head around this world's temptation
Everything you fucking said has made me breathe damnation
Fuck you, give my mother back to me
Fuck me, burning down my family tree
What i do, i deny what i cannot see
Selfish prick, ill never bow or fucking plead
What the fuck did i do to you
What