Who’s Ur God

[Verse 1]
Yo, this is all about life
Live by the gun, die by the knife
Everybody's on a hustle tryna gamble through life
At the same time, everybody has an addiction on their own right
Like a crackhead stuck on the pipe
Comes in many forms and categories
There's a million stories in the naked city man, which one is yours?
I got mine and they know what they are
See you better get whole, 'cause that shit will pimp you out like a whore
I was born 23rd of July, fighting for my breath
And evеry breath brings me closer to dеath
Just a man limited by flesh
Up late, contemplating "Who's God?"
While I lay in my bed
Staring at the cracks in the ceilings over my head
We driven by obsession, barely holding on by a thread
It's either money or the luxuries that they can afford
People waiting on your hand in for a glamorous cause
Some people worship pop star idols, and can tell that they love them more than they love themselves
Pregnant mothers on drugs poison wombs, shit's real
To get to heaven, we must go through hell, ni**a
Who's your God?

[Chorus]
(Brother, I wanna know
Sister, I wanna know
Preacher, I wanna know
Tell me!)
You better watch out in who you believe
'Cause the world's full of liars and thieves
Who's your God?
(Brother, I wanna know
Sister, I wanna know
Preacher, I wanna know
Tell me!)
You better stand up for what you believe
That's the only way you could be free

[Verse 2]
Some cats worship the street game
And they try to make tame all the money that they make off 'caine
Like a junkie on crack without a hit, he be going insane
Shaking 'cause [?] giving him pain
Is your God the ice on the chain?
All the ones who have it, it's not a habit, just a part of the game
See many pursuit of fame like a gambler does a bookie
Doing anything it takes like a brother man for pussy
Spending all his dough on a stripper
Like an alcoholic, waste his paycheck on some liquor
Some brothers worship power that they get behind the trigger
Killing in the streets like they got nothing to live for
There's girls who need sex, but you know I love a nympho
"Who's your God?" See the answer's never simple
The dollar bills are baked, simple
So don't believe in a lie
For your country, how much people must die?
[?] pawns guys, marrying guys
Beaten down by neo-nazi people living off hate
And there's a whole generation that's obsessed with they wake
Carving up they fates, tell me: have we lost faith?
Who's your God?

[Chorus]
(Brother, I wanna know
Sister, I wanna know
Preacher, I wanna know
Tell me!)
You better watch out in who you believe
'Cause the world's full of liars and thieves
Who's your God?
(Brother, I wanna know
Sister, I wanna know
Preacher, I wanna know
Tell me!)
You better stand up for what you believe
That's the only way you could be free

[Verse 3]
The bookie caught in the spade
The street renegade raising the hood
Spit rhymes, serenade the block
These for the crooks
Face corruption everywhere that I look
Destruction of a nation
Seeking God through the wrong interpretation
I believe that knowledge gives you power in the making
Right now, we living in the mist of Revelations
Angels watching over us, judgement in the waiting
Aliens trading with the pharaohs of the ancient
Black-on-black crime only cause the frustration provoked by the same cats who don't count votes
I believe that Moses spoke through God, through the weed that he smoked
If I go leaving, ni**a, take down notes
I believe every word that I wrote gears vision
Reaching out to all my brothers locked in prison
By sexuality is man for women
I believe the death of Christ is the first black lynching
Religion is responsible for the death of millions
While the Vatican makes a killing, this shit is getting hectic
Selassie is Jesus resurrected
My heart is in the street so my money was invested
Most blacks are falsely arrested and either be free
I believe they should legalize weed, and only when the time is fitting
I believe in revenge, 'cause even death is a means to an end
(Who's your God?)
It's hard to see while we going through hell
It's what we try to be but many of us fail
Is it the things that we need or the goals that we try to achieve?
He's inside so I believe in myself

[sample: Sermon]
Amen
Brothers and sisters, we live in a time when pedophiles run wild
Where the streets ain't safe for a young child at all
Bullets fly by at the speed of sound
And dead bodies laying on the ground
No, God ain't found 'round here
No, you won't catch God sponsored by Nike or rolling on thugs
No, you won't find God on the cover of The Source
No, you won't catch God in an NBA All-Star weekend
No, you won't catch God with any blackened chains, all iced out blooded with jewels
No, you won't find God up in the strip club spending His money on them hoes
No, you'll only find God within you and I
Where you and I are the carriers, the carriers of glory, my friend
And he, and only he, who believes in this shall seep the rewards of the kingdom of God
Amen, brothers and sisters
(Amen! Amen! Amen!)