Lyrics
Unpleasant living in the city that bleeds
Constantly stuck in between
Going for broke, gotta pray I don't choke
But there's no God up there listening
Yeah
My declaration as a man standing on his square
You raise your hands in praise, but there's no one up there
Two decades wasted on a harmless lie
Actions dictated to avoid the wrath of some nigga in the sky
Is there a God above? (No!)
So how can you believe with all the pain around?
Force-fed (false hope) praying just to hear yourself
The golden groves are empty, paradise is lost
Fucking prayed away your sanity, but at what cost?
D'you not fucking around, Chloe?
So find me something that looks like a prince
So I can grab on his assholes and shake their tree
Because this not fuckin' around thing is about to go both ways
