Brown & Down Freestyle

[Verse]
I'm the son of immigrants, my papa was a preacher man
Don't believe in accidents, the luck is just a game of chance
I used to sit up on them church pews and talk to God
The younger days, really wish I could turn back the clock
Six in the mornin', we was on the way to mowin' lawns
That brown tenacity, we not cut from the same cloth
Nowadays I got fools countin' my money
If Jesus was flippin' tables over, how you think I'm comin'?

[Outro]
I guess that don't make me a loser, my baby
Even though you're gone
I guess that don't make me a loser, my baby
'Cause I was building castles in the sand