As i lay myself to sleep, i dont say my prayers
Nor do i hope to wake up, No tomorrow fears
I dont pray for the world, or express my tears
Gradification, of bars blazen, is all i want form my peers
Did god really only bless few with the potential to spit
Are all these other ppl just bulshittin w/a hit & a miss
I wonder is this wat god invisioned when he gave us this gift
With a fine rappers percision, is that why he seems to get pissed
Do u think that he phathomed it wld be like this
Fabricatin there rhymes, All i can do is sit back and tisk
Some times i wonder if he really judge me, for not goin to church
Rather a bible, i pull out my note book and read all wayy to work
Is it really a gift, or just a curse in sheep clothething
Amen, If u really love me god u'll understand my talent beholding
Bars is kinda off tryin to work on it
