FATHER FORGIVE ME

Dear Father

I been dealing with stress man

It's like my life is one grand chess game

Just trynna' find a way to get checks raised

As I exhale these fumes for my chess pain

I question is this where my life destined?

The truth stinks like its made of methane

Ain't complaining, I'm just saying

If I could book a flight for the next plane

Then Imma' take a trip to the astrals

And I could put this clip in the ash-tray

Now I could say the shit that I can't say

Or I could turn this shit to a blackface

Elitist got us stuck in a rat race

It ain't even 'bout race

They separating us from divine faith