Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ill Mind of Hopsin 7, artist - Hopsin. Album song Pound Syndrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Funk Volume, Warner
Song language: English
Ill Mind of Hopsin 7 |
It’s us, find power |
Live life, mind power |
It’s us, find power |
Live life, mind power |
Yo, fuck anybody I might alarm |
Life is a tour, I sit and ride along |
Takin' some notes and then I write the songs |
I’m starin' down the road my life has gone |
Is this where I belong? |
Is it wrong to not believe in right and wrong? |
My mental state is fuckin' me up, and I cried a pond |
While asking you for some answers, but we don’t have that type of bond |
That my desires gone with the way that I’ve been livin' lately |
If I died right now, you’d turn the fire on |
Sick of this bullshit, niggas call me a sell-out |
'Cause I hopped to Christianity so strongly, then I fell out |
Now I’m avoidin' questions like a scared dog with his tail down |
Feelin' so damn humiliated, 'cause they lookin' at me like I’m hellbound |
What story should I tell now? |
I’ll just expose the truth |
I’m so close to the fuckin' edge, I should be close to you |
But who the fuck are you? |
You never showed the proof |
And I’m only fuckin' human, yo, what am I s’posed to do?! |
There’s way too many different religions with vivid descriptions |
Beggin' all fuckin' men and women to listen |
I can’t even beat my dick without gettin' convicted |
These ain’t wicked decisions, I got different intentions |
I’ve been itchin' to get it, I’ve been given assistance |
But the whole fuckin' system is twisted |
Now I’m dealin' with this backlash because Marcus isn’t a Christian |
And I’ve been told that my sinful life is an addiction |
But I can’t buy it, it’s just too hard to stand beside it |
I need an answer, humans can’t provide it |
I look at the Earth and Sun and I can tell a genius man designed it |
It’s truly mind-blowin', I can’t deny it |
Is Heaven real? |
Is it fake? |
Is it really how I fantasize it? |
Where’s the Holy Ghost at? |
How long’s it take a man to find it? |
My mind’s a nonstop tape playin' and I can’t rewind it |
You gave me the Bible and expect me not to analyze it?! |
I’m frustrated and you provoked it |
I’m not readin' that motherfuckin' book, because a human wrote it |
I have a fuckin' brain, you should know it |
You gave it to me to think, to avoid every useless moment |
It was a mission that I had to abort |
'Cause humans be lyin', we’re such an inaccurate source |
It’s gon' be hard to put me back on the course |
Next Jehovah’s Witness to come on my porch I swear I’m slammin' the door |
A lot of folks believe it though, but I’m not surprised |
Humans are fuckin' dumb, still thinkin' that Pac’s alive |
I ain’t tryna take your legacy and torch it down |
I’m just sayin', I ain’t heard shit from the horse’s mouth |
Just sheep always tellin' stories of older guys |
Who were notarized by you when you finally vocalized |
Now I’m supposed to bow my head and close my eyes |
And somehow let the Holy Ghost arise? |
Sounds like a fuckin' Poltergeist! |
Show yourself, and then boom, it’s done |
Every rumor’s gone, I no longer doubt this shit, you’re the One |
I’ll admit that my sinful ways was stupid fun |
And all my old habits can hop on top of a roof to plunge |
I’ll donate to a charity that could use the funds |
Fuck the club; |
instead of bitches, I’d hang with a group of nuns |
And everyone I ran into would know what I came to do |
I wouldn’t take a step unless it was in the name of you |
I hate the fact that I have to believe |
You haven’t been chattin' with me like you did Adam and Eve |
And I ain’t seen no fuckin' talkin' snake unravel from trees |
With an apple to eat, that shit never happens to me |
I don’t know if you do or don’t exist, it’s drivin' me crazy |
Send your condolences, this is me reachin' to you, so don’t forget |
If Hell is truly a pit of fire and I get thrown in it |
I’ma prolly regret the fact that I ever wrote this shit |
My gut feelin' says it’s all fake |
I hate to say it, but fuck it, shit, I done lost faith |
This isn’t a small phase, my perspective’s all changed |
My thoughts just keep pickin' shit apart all day |
And in my mind I make perfect sense |
If you aren’t real, then all my prayers aren’t worth a cent |
That would mean that I can just make up what my purpose is |
And I could sit in church and just say «fuck» in the services |
Man, what if Jesus was a facade? |
Then that would mean the government’s God |
I feel like they’ve been brainwashin' us with a lot |
So much that we don’t even notice that we’re stuck in a box |
Man, everything is «what if?» |
— why is it always «what if?» |
Planet Earth «what if?», the Universe «what if?» |
My sacrifice «what if?!», my afterlife «what if?!» |
Every fuckin' thing that deals with you is fuckin' suspect |
I’m fuckin' done! |
I’m fuckin' done! |
This is my fuckin' life |
And I’m livin' it, I’m havin' fun |
If you really care for me |
Prove that I need to live carefully! |
But I’ll be damned if I put my own pleasure aside |
For an afterlife that isn’t even guaranteed |
We are you, and you’re us |
Stop playin' games! |
My life’s all I got |
And Heaven is all in my brain |
And when I feel I’m in Hell |
My ideas are what get me through pain |
Do as you please, and I’ll just do me |
I’m a human, I’ll stay in my lane; |
Ill mind |
It’s us, find power |
Live life, mind power |
It’s us, find power |
Live life, mind power |