I Hope God Likes Hip Hop

I Hope God Likes Hip Hop

Such an unexpected teacher came to cure my stress
I have god but not a preacher and for this I'm blessed
So fuck a pseudo understanding of what happens after death
No faith in success will leave your life a mess

You ever seen disaster strike and didn't care one bit
You ever heard somebody sick and only sort of gave a shit
You ever heard somebody died and then wondered why you haven't yet
You ever seen a killer and then envied acting ravenous
Or politicked with snakes for fear of being alone
You ever stopped trying to clock and started rotting at home
You ever hid behind an art you ever hid behind a lie
You every hid behind the present from day you'll die
You ever hit your knees and praised a god that doesn't exist
My religion came with logic wasn't older then six
If what you lack isn't a god then I could help define it
I spend every second given by him trying to find it
Every day I build my soul every night I refine it
I was the given the material but guess who designed it
And the terms of the agreement simply weren't provided
I guess I’m fucking greedy there’s no need to deny it

Some sell their soul some give it to god
But Im'a keep mine yeah I know it seems odd
And lord don't take it as my disrespect
I just can't give it up when its all I have left

I know that isn't true sometimes I wish it was
Dopamine and serotonin happiness is just drug
A common point of view but be it right or wrong
Im'a build for from me and if there is a god we'll get along
Forever chasing more I'm thinking hes a worker to
But if where being honest fucker you got work to do
That goes for both of you but which are you gon’ focus on
If its the one you can't control I think you got your focus wrong
So get get goal that measure that’s what I suggest
And fuck if there impressed you need know what you respect
Confused with what then you should move that ass and check
And use every piece of the past that hasn't happened yet
Every day should build your soul every night refine it
Your given the material but guess who must designed
The terms of the agreement well they simply weren't provided
But if your asking me you bastards know what my reply is

Some sell their soul some give it to god
But Im'a keep mine yeah I know it seems odd
And lord don't take it as my disrespect
I just can't give it up when its all I have left