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