Letras
If there's not a God then where'd i come from
Say there's not a problem but you want one
I'm not here to judge i'm just lost inside of the globe
I'm conflicted to the soul these troubles i cannot run from
Evolutions the best solution to block out God just some food for thought but too busy Thinking of 9 to 5s and how i'm suppose to graduate
Gradually losing my focus brink of insanity tragedy how i lost my mind
And if i find it
Maybe i'd not exhaust my eyes
Staring at the sky
Bible wouldn't be hard to try
but i never use it
What am i doing i'm foolish
All the answers to my questions in the book of light
But not the death note
Overhead like the temple
More to men than the sins i can feel the pressure i tremble
Racing with the pedal
Throw myself a bullet pass dash 100 yards then i do my dance inside the end zone
Tragic with the numbers but always nice with the pencil
They messing with the craft so they stencil
They messing with the art so they rental but it's never returned
Don't take the style that you haven't earned
They never learn well
Living on this earth with the non believers from birth
So the oppositions confirmed but the competition is vengeful
But i keep my foot on necks
Use em like a step stool
Standing on the bodies piled makes me feel like 10, 4
Standing on my money i'm like 6'1
Standing on my own still 6'1
I've been chasing cheddar and the bread crumbs
Put a little money to my name cause i don't stem from
Just a couple dollars and a dream but I ain't sleeping
Infatuated with happy
Evacuating from demons
No fear
All I do is call for God and then it's like my problems gone
So this just some food for thought
The ending is near