The Search

Too much blood on my hands, I need to touch the prophet's garments
So many nights I cried, it wasn't due to hungry stomach
Or unemployment, I was just trying to find my purpose
I don't wanna live life believing that without cash I'm worthless
This higher learning, the fire burning that's in my tummy
Individuals make some paper then fold like origami
But never me, my supervillain origin story
Was history written by the winners amist glory
The lies told, yeah, I could see it with my eyes closed
Biafra, all the way to Zaria where innocents died slow
They never tell ya, the media failure
Leopold, worse than Hitler's hail ya, so please stay familiar
My la familia, my grandma loved me
My momma hugged me
My sis put no one except God above me
And only Him could judge me
That's why I'm afraid of falling into sin
Jahanam is burning, and heaven's filled with gleam
But the path is narrow
And pharaoh in woven sandals couldn't dream of the apparel
It's why I ditch the barrel
Suicide will never be an option 'til I'm in the coffin
Ditch the coffin, bury me in all white, pray for my judgment

We react to a random world in a way that we actually get things done
Which means that we are capable of structuring the world
And our motions in the world so that we can figure out what is most likely going on
Is that a free will, well that's the philosophical question

Are there lucky people?
Sure
Are you one of them?
Sometimes