These days everybody claim they swag trafficking
When really lives lack and seems
Nobody wants to be a king
Of life or hope or joy any good cling
And we climb each other's back
To touch mirage, not achieve a dream
And I ain't frontin' like I don't have the same thoughts
Or that I construct my life with only just the meager wants
Damn, I'm just about as guilty as the robber's bag
I'll open up and take, but I ain't even ask for that
A foul disclaimer as we go through life doing dirt,
hearts are filthy but display clean hands with all the nerve
Habitually, ritually ending up on Sundays in church
Spiritually hunting down Satan when we the real perps
Bodies there but hearts and minds trapped where sin's perched
Still frollicking at them places where frailties converge
We bring out them toys hacking other's weakness everyday
I just sank your battleship, now please go and pray.
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