Talking To God (feat. Nana Luna)
First and foremost I got a fucking bone to pick
Like why the fuck you making go through shit
What sick ass lesson you tryna teach me
Believe me, this wouldn't be a topic if shit was peachy
Every passing day I feel you deceive me
Just cause you above, don't mean to put this beneath me
I swear I look for different methods to ease me
But ain't your job as a god is to Appease me
To lift the weight off my shoulders
To place your hands on them and assure me that the wait is almost over
That the pain will subside
That never happened, all I did was gain the will to die
For real I cried, something to ease my pain
The shit I go through is enough to keep me insane
Enough to go ballistic when the fits hit
And risk it all for a cause beyond simplistic
And I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah yeah
Listen big man, I'm not a big fan
Of the way you handling things of late and this can
Be taken with a grain of salt
Cause lately ain't nothing been sweet so you're the one I keep at blame and fault
I just came to talk, to ask about my why's
Answer's what I need before I cross my T's and dot my eyes
Why you took my Unc and Sis away
They was too young to go, they was supposed to live today
Some days I just feel you neglect your power
Which is why I question, what the fuck possessed this coward
To unload on his best friend whose 16 years old
Cause he got check by my Unc for a coat that he done stoled
Or the doc that gave my sister pills to die slowly
She was by herself when she passed, man, she died lonely
I hope you heard me straight
My only closure is when these niggas is at the pearly gates
And I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah yeah
I'm starting to think you got it out for me
I'm disappointed cause I thought you supposed to look out for me
Instead I feel you caused me nothing but hardship
With that bullseye you painted and made me to a target
Two baby mamas that kept me from delivery rooms
I'm done with one, the other deserves to be a in tomb
The first one went about it inconspicuously
The second is a thot and did it deliberately... Yeah
All out of feeling herself like she got a point to prove
Bitch be grateful you living, its easy as point and pull
I could've ended you
I'm not like none of these other rappers that brag about what they pretend to do
So let me fucking humble myself
God dealing with you is another notch under my belt
Every prayer was me calling out for some help
Still don't know how I sustained with all this pain that I felt but yeah
And I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah yeah
Like why the fuck you making go through shit
What sick ass lesson you tryna teach me
Believe me, this wouldn't be a topic if shit was peachy
Every passing day I feel you deceive me
Just cause you above, don't mean to put this beneath me
I swear I look for different methods to ease me
But ain't your job as a god is to Appease me
To lift the weight off my shoulders
To place your hands on them and assure me that the wait is almost over
That the pain will subside
That never happened, all I did was gain the will to die
For real I cried, something to ease my pain
The shit I go through is enough to keep me insane
Enough to go ballistic when the fits hit
And risk it all for a cause beyond simplistic
And I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah yeah
Listen big man, I'm not a big fan
Of the way you handling things of late and this can
Be taken with a grain of salt
Cause lately ain't nothing been sweet so you're the one I keep at blame and fault
I just came to talk, to ask about my why's
Answer's what I need before I cross my T's and dot my eyes
Why you took my Unc and Sis away
They was too young to go, they was supposed to live today
Some days I just feel you neglect your power
Which is why I question, what the fuck possessed this coward
To unload on his best friend whose 16 years old
Cause he got check by my Unc for a coat that he done stoled
Or the doc that gave my sister pills to die slowly
She was by herself when she passed, man, she died lonely
I hope you heard me straight
My only closure is when these niggas is at the pearly gates
And I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah yeah
I'm starting to think you got it out for me
I'm disappointed cause I thought you supposed to look out for me
Instead I feel you caused me nothing but hardship
With that bullseye you painted and made me to a target
Two baby mamas that kept me from delivery rooms
I'm done with one, the other deserves to be a in tomb
The first one went about it inconspicuously
The second is a thot and did it deliberately... Yeah
All out of feeling herself like she got a point to prove
Bitch be grateful you living, its easy as point and pull
I could've ended you
I'm not like none of these other rappers that brag about what they pretend to do
So let me fucking humble myself
God dealing with you is another notch under my belt
Every prayer was me calling out for some help
Still don't know how I sustained with all this pain that I felt but yeah
And I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah I'm talking to God
I don't wanna talk to Jesus, I'm talking to God
I'm talking to God yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Israel Martinez
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