Sunday Morning

God got a funny way of showing that he love me
God got a funny way of showing that he love me
You can have everything but still have nothing
You can have everything but still have nothing

God got a funny way of showing that he love me
You can have everything but still have nothing
My works are displayed and my faith over budget talk ownership
But get advice from a puppet nah
You want it all when come from having nothing I'm from the city of stunting
Get it by any means Niggas hide crack in ass and then sell it to fiends
I feel like hypocrite cause understood the shit
You get more time for hard then you do with it soft the only politics
I'm focus on is the drugs Peak the game we got ruined by laws but fuck it
Fighting the system for years we just learn to duck it that shit true we live another day Pray for me I pray for you murder capital turn in a generation of faces
That's gone washing t-shirt of dead like it cleansing them off

God got a funny way of showing that he love me
God got a funny way of showing that he love me
You can have everything but still have nothing
You can have everything but still have nothing

When I was young in my mind I had a picture
Whats a dream what that photo starts to develop
I didn't plan this far
I'm just living thru it, not afraid of death but the future comings
The past will hit when you decide to stop running
All I wanted to do was rap explain how I feel who knew these words of a hurt kid
Turn in to deals Catalog a 100 thousand turn into millions
I'm not mad I'm just hurt I'm still healing I ain't die by the shot at my achilles
Heel master plan I knew it was coming stay resilient
Its moments in life you gotta ask if it's worth it
Work without faith, faith without work if its an image of me on a t-shirt
Bury me above instead of under the earth
Cause I'll be walking the streets like my ancestors first



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Writer(s): Lamar Thomas
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