I don't really think me and Jesus are on speaking terms

I tried to politic, but he told me to speak in turn

Then, Satan showed me the gates to Hades and keys to turn

So I just laced up my sneakers to keep my feet from burns

My mama said my approach is wrong

Maybe it's cause of the different shit I've been zoning on

Maybe it's cause all the wrong shit's what I focus on

Or maybe it's because I am an optimist whose hope is gone

And I just hope she's wrong

Cause I don't know how to make it right

I'm left here in my lonely calm

Shit, this is my only calm

Probably the reason I picked up the pen and wrote this song

Probably the reason that I took the time to type the tape

The lyric's sounding good, so I think I'm making the right mistakes

The same people that wouldn't give me the time of day

Are passing me the torch and fucking begging that I light the way

And I would say right away

But I'm too busy swervin' all through my city

Switchin' lanes like I've got right of way

Think I might die today

But I could die the rest of my life

Tonight ain't even the highest stakes

But I promise that if I do, it'll be a story to tell

Cause I'm bringin' glorious hell: complete with orgies and bells

Forgive me, Father, I've sinned

Forgive me, mom, for the stress

Forgive me, Doctor, I got depressed

So my lungs ain't the best

Beggin' for penance the way the Catholics did it

Same time, lookin' for bad bitches with dad issues

Shit, ain't that a grand mixture?

And a little liquor in the mix-tad sicker

It make me crash quicker

Now that that's finished...

But when I die, I really don't want you to cry for me

I want you to ride for me, want you to riot for me

Want you to take a second and marvel at God's glory

Then turn around and go fuckin' start a jihad for me

Used youth to license vices

That I should've murked

Someone told me, "go to church"

And thought that it couldn't hurt

So, I author bars at the altar

And pray to God I don't falter

Destined for heaven or hell

I hope that my message was felt