Let the Syllables Curve

My God told me I should repent to my sins
And leave everything up to Him
He’ll fix the feelings within
He’ll show me the way and pull me away
From all of your ignorance
But see the picture is, way complicated
Your mind needs to get upgraded
Get your soul resuscitated
That bullshit you celebrate it
Created by a Mind that’s using crime to simply rhyme
And now it’s fine because the youth doesn’t even analyze
What’s televised, booty simply to please the eyes

The Devil thinks that I am weak, so he predicts
That ima fall in abyss, and join the list with all the kids
Who are chosen to be the next ones, the best ones
Ironically because I believe I’m one of the bless ones
But the blessed ones are supposed to be with God
At least that’s what I was taught
But why the ones that are blessed with this music usually are caught Up
In the mix and attract the problems that are hard to fix
I visualize the crucifix, some of my peers with a bloody fist

But I’m, Praying for the life we got convicted with
It’s kinda sad we don’t condone having some innocence
Remembering the Ghetto story how it ends
With a shot through the chest a bunch of guest wearing black
In the back we see the momma crying dying inside
That’s why I’m very thankful, Cause I’m standing alive
That’s why I’m choosing wisely, people that stand around me
A pledge allegiance to my family, fuck aunty sally

In the back of an ally drinking and smoking
Not knowing what I’m preaching is something that I’m provoking
Myself to try, and I think about it
But I never pour it cause in my head I hear mama loudly
And proudly she stands bragging to her friends
That her little man became a man
In a minivan witnessing friends with weed in hand
Don’t take any part of it I remain a vigilant
Sorry, Dad, I know you wanted a politician

My word is very significant to the pessimist
Before you start talking listen closely to what the message is
The message is I don’t want no text messages
Telling me you die because of Alcoholic beverages
Yeah, and I know you don’t think that that is wrong
I can hear your words slur through my crappy phone
Dim the lights and just let the syllables curve
Play it back and listen closely to the words