FOOD FOR THOUGHT

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