Church On Sunday

As the news reports another killing
I'm in the city like welcome home
I just really want to
Give them my testimony

Alot of words spoke in the city
Like death is wrong
But in the life they get a stripe
So it's more of a stepping stone

Everybody want to be a killer
Nah
Everybody want to be that nigga

Heard the money come quicker
When they feel you realer
And as long as you got something to give them
You can keep them near you

What if I'm never supposed to make it
What if I never get close to greatness

What if my nigga Tee say he never
Gave a fuck about my statements
And I ain't give a fuck
About a placement

What if all that hustling
Leads to a dead end
But what if all your customers
Are parents of best friends

I know alot is
Hypothetically speaking
But I saw just how
That medicine eat them

Let the sedative sleep them
I saw my nigga let them pills do work
I drop a tear
Cause them pills new work

Certain shit I'm scared to speak
Cause them fears do hurt
Last time I saw B.E.
He say don't fear my worth

But I'm hurting bro
Certain shit hit the deepest
When I get personal

You help me start
Then left me to see the curtain close

Know I ain't letting too many
Get pass the surface bro
They want to help
And it hurts to know

I'm feeling selfish
And it hurts my soul
I stayed myself
And I broke the mold

Was giving the shirt up off our backs
When they're in search of clothes

How it aint racial
But the white boy
Filled the church with holes
And wasn't the first to go

All is forgiven
Believing in saints
Through all of this sinning

Believing in faith
You taught as a Christian

Hands in pockets
We see the cause of death is kneeling
But when we do it
The president calling us sons of bitches

What the fuck is it

You want war
Or you gone leave us alone
A forced exit
Or we leave on our own

He gave us the seeds
We learned to plant grow and eat on our own
If there's a God
Tell him leave us the throne

In this kingdom
I can run it myself
Marcus Garvey teaching
We don't need none of y'all help

I'm really starting to become
At one with my death
I'm sick and tired
Just ain't laying to rest
And I can say it the best

People act like you can only
Go to church on Sunday
To get what you need

And since they act like you can only
Go to church on Sunday
Guess I gone make them believe

People act like you can only
Go to church on Sunday
To get what you need

And since they act like you can only
Go to church on Sunday
Guess I gone make them believe

I was born poverty stricken
From a place where people
Putting they dreams in lottery tickets

I tried to help my partner
With game to stay out of prison
But the more I talk to him
He tell me to mind my business

But what I'm supposed to do
When I'm seeing him fall
Instead of a job
Say he rather push keys of that raw

He take a loss every time
That them people involved
And it's hurting my hurt
Cause as he rise the deeper he falls

I get caught in my feelings
Just knowing the risk he take
Once he caught
It's his ending

Not to mention I'm recognizing
What's part of an image
And seeing all of these women
Making me hard on religion

We all sin
And fall short of the glory
But that's a different
Part of the story

My newborn tears was asking questions like
Why father ignored me
And even as a man
His actions partly destroyed me

I'm knowing that's just
How it is
Still smile through the pain
Life was never positive

Certain situations just leave my patience
Piñata filled
And once it's cracked open
Showcasing survival skills

But if I never
Make it to the top
I'm good cause I made it
Off the block

I say if I never
Make it to the top
It's all good
Cause I made it off the block

People act like you can only
Go to church on Sunday
To get what you need

And since they act like you can only
Go to church on Sunday
Guess I gone make them believe

People act like you can only
Go to church on Sunday
To get what you need

And since they act like you can only
Go to church on Sunday
Guess I gone make them believe