Heaven

Feat. Vincent J. Kelley
I wonder why people figure so much
Ashamed from the substance we touch within
The lack of feeling and not willing to sin
And I guess it depends on Providence
Glory and being whole to believe only in Him
Throughout these difficult times and trouble
I try to pray, through this beautiful struggle and
Don't hustle my soul, and be another sad story told
Like behold: the world's greatest fool
Played like a fiddle, used like a tool
Mamma said stick to them golden rules and them God ...
He left behind, fold you for yourself out of luck in time
All this prop, paranoid around the clock
Every second will stop on the G shot
Lord, out my way, I'm looking to a jew
For that day, for real

[Hook]
I call Your name
Give me strength under this way
I might hither out my way
I look to Heaven for that game
And call Your name
Give me strength under this way
I might hither out my way
I look to Heaven for that game
They ask me: "do you solemnly swear the truth
Telling?" Like my mouth the lips of the Lord
And I'm his parrot. Insert a double negative
Knowing nothing is negligence
Solution of the problem, hero or a heretic
The answer is irrelevant, derelict and heresy
Is prevalent and blesses ain't evident, please!
Don't need tough line covered i the blood
Don't need for mean mugs Joe tryna be a thug
But understand, the wrath for the lamb
I'll take your block off