Don't tell me that God has got the visions
I been switching up prescriptions
I been having vivid visions
And I think that I just wrote a scripture
Six verse, six chapters, all say the same thing
Shit just won't change
Pistols popping, bodies dropping
Heads bobbing and violent mobbing
Say that God's a peaceful leader
Say the same thing when you're shoveling your brothers dirt
And the same damn things keep on haunting my brain
I'm torn, it hurts loving something you hate
RIP T Maes, RIP Big Blake
I'm borrowing time every goddamn day
Lucy, tell me, are we coming to conclusions
I got family in the ground caught up in your deadly ruses
I trust you got your shit straight
But I'm just wondering, are you done
Only so much that a bitch take
I try and not to breath between the lines
Ignorance is ecstasy, intelligence is heartbreak
I'll take the prior any day, but either way
Around the corner, something waits
And right before I close my eyes, before the storm get loud
My brain start to cloud and then I start to doubt
With my .12 gauge out, I think I'm about
To f*cking bless this draught