[Intro]

Have mercy on me, O God

According to your unfailing love;

According to your great compassion

Blot out my transgressions

Wash away all my iniquity

And cleanse me from my sin

For I know my transgressions

And my sin is always before me

Against you, you only, have I sinned

And done what is evil in your sight;

So you are right in your verdict

(Forgive me for my sin, hey)

And justified when you judge..

[Verse 1]

The door's standing wide open, just let a nigga get his foot in

God got me feeling like I'm Cosby, proof is in the pudding

Had dreams of being next to the cream like John Wooden

But I don't need a ki' to break up out the boxes that we put in

Shouldn't I be dealing dope without an ounce of hope in gaining footing?

Instead I use the inspiration that i drew put some good in-

Side your mind like these other niggas wouldn't

Anakin in the clan, aw man, they praying that a nigga hooded

But I'm so polished, and they so novice

My flow's knowledge to the point that I could spit a whole college

Then go Columbine and hold the whole globe hostage

I'm in here raising hell, but can't you tell that this is God sent

Feel Him through my pen, flow will fill like eight oceans

Looking for the signs, so a nigga's eyes stay open

I talk to God when I think about my demise

But in the presence of pressure, a nigga stay composed as Beethoven

[Hook] (2x)

Lord, please forgive me for my sins (Lord, forgive me) (2x)

Lord I got demons that's inside of me

My mama praying that one day they get up outta me

I know I act a fool

But I'll be gone til November, I got tracks to do

[Verse 2]

First and foremost

Lord knows niggas put they whole self esteem in they wardrobe

Close-minded niggas, never been suited for war though

I'm sure so it gives me peace of mind

Just knowing they delivery's Digiorno's

'Cause all I hear is niggas talking about they dough and cheese

Ain't nobody trying to free the people, man woe is me

Feenin' like Jodeci to give the people poetry

I'm sewing seeds, and trying to clear the air like some potpourri

This is a warning shot, I hope you niggas know it's me

I handle up like, "who man enough?"

I done ran amok

I'm manning up like I'm kin to Peyton

And niggas be claiming they defecation so I'm serving niggas enemas

Prayers to the atmosphere, face to the chandeliers

Screaming 'cause these demons evil

Father God, can you hear?

They love me for my trees, but don't know my roots

So my heart on my sleeve, and it bleed, nigga here's the proof

[Hook] (2x)