God’s Child

Cold nights, where I could see my breath
Hard to find, so much weed in my chest
Family ties, feel compromised
Blood pressure up, how to live through stress?

Feel like a nigga put heat to me chest
Might just put the heat to myself
Need ease
I need help

When I sit all alone there’s no silence
In my home, arguments and violence
My daddy stressed, now my mama whylin...

Neck in grip of his hands
Why this feel like hell
Is young nigga damned...?

My cousin in a cell
So I guess I’m doing well
But it’s guilt on my soul
Feel like life is a scam

But now I’m on a flight to LA
I had leavе up out the land...
Feel like my blood on the streets
Judas knifе passed through many hands
My auntie told me that I’m God’s child
But still I got the urge to sin
Dream of money like the Rothschilds
I gotta build it with my clan

All my niggas wanna know when the fuck we ball out
Tired
I
Seen too many of us fall out
Why?
Reasons unknown
But now that mobbing alone
I’m prone to not even pick phone
Cause following could lead to your death
Like Jim Jones
Back in NY where I first
Had thoughts of the throne
Or maybe in Haiti
My ancestors home
No windows in my room
Just sight on my light
That’s where all my passions was honed

The pen keep my cozy
But now I be stuck in dream
You call me Lil Mosey
Off of the weed I was dozing

But really I slept on myself
And all of the feelings I kept on the shelf
Hop up out of the whip
Get gas out the pump
There isn’t much fuel for a shell
Of a man
Still I am here by God
His guiding hand
I pray that you embrace all your flaws
And your steps through the sand
I'm praying that you understand
I'm praying that you understand
I'm praying that..