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Talking To God

Oswin Benjamin
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Sometimes I pray Feel like my prayers Fall on deaf ears I need my boy way more down here then you do up there It's Hard to speak my peace when it feels like you M.I.A I been tryna cope Understanding there's somethings out there that I meant to know Pastor preached your ways are perfect but sometimes God I don't know Momma raised me in those ways and daddy helped but how they killing Got me scared to let my nephew go and Play outside alone I don't say your name in vain but God I swear if any harm would hit nephew or wife I'm Doing 25 for sho Hear the malice through they jokes Know they visualize me euthanized before my time to go nigga Hmmm I Read too many Pamphlets I done planned shit with niggas that ain't really had shit Bandits You welcome to the party come with jealousy that's active Pop up just to pop smoke at yo address But jealousy as cruel as the grave yeah They shoot your down when you start winning I can't stay here Momma they was t raised like me so I can't play fair My heart is on display And God a prayer away But I keep shooters a phone call away Sometimes I pray feel like my prayers fall on deaf ears I need my boy way more down here than you do up there What are you expecting me to do Yeah my momma raised me in the pews But with these badges and bandanas on the loose Being black is all I need to lose Mmmm Hard to speak my peace when it feels like you M.I.A Or am I I been battling my thoughts fighting with my faith Ooh And this feeling that I'm feeling similar to biggie getting caught with Kim before that Murder case Who Would thought that pain Could turn a pastor to a murder mase This bad boy done dealt with trauma head on Got a few concussion being head strong Puffing out my chest when I was dead wrong I got a couple thoughts my mind is set on sending prayers to a dead phone Who else ima blame for najee headstone Yeah I feel like that Paranoia got me thinking I can kill like that Cause in the field cops is playing call of duty like the respawn is real like that I talk to God through this real life rap Hope he listening to me Sometimes I pray feel like my prayers fall on deaf ears I need my boy way more down here than you do up there What are you expecting me to do Yeah my momma raised me in the pews But with these badges and bandanas on the loose Being black is all I need to Being black is all I need to Sometimes I pray And it feels like My prayers Fall On deaf ears I need my boy Way more down here Then you do up there Oh it's hard to speak my peace when it feels like you Like M.I.A Hard to speak my peace When it feel like you M.I.A