Patchways

Ain't never been much of the church type

But I believe in the last days

I walk through Hell almost every night

But I believe it's a pathway

Say boy, what you doin' with your life

With those tattoos on your face?

Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price

Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way

To the father son and holy spirit

I hold you nearest

My best friend, best friend

Let the trumpets blow with your appearance

I can almost hear it

My best friend, best friend

When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit

I got a best friend, best friend

Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah

I don't know much about Holy Bibles

But I grew up in the Bible Belt

I put my love for a woman on idle

Because I got beat with my mama's belt

But I learned from my mistakes

Try hard to respect people for what they believing in

But if you spit on my fucking grave

And wish me Hell then I wish you well

I'mma send you straight up to my best friend

God, please could you arm me with the armor

To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi

Could have gone the other way many times

Could have turned Dalai with the lama

But I squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking decent recently,

But don't jinx it

It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace

Though maybe not finna enta' the priesthood,

But at least should make an attempt to show some remorse

And to be some sorta repenter

For the people I've been a menace ta'

Not a preacher, but a shit starter and finisher

Enta' the mind of a thick skinned, but a short temper

This patience of mine is thinner

Than twine is when I get attacked

So I might say something back that might offend you

So if you don't like when I rap

Of what I have to say on the mic then you

Might wanna act just like quarterbacks