Copyright Infringement

Mom said lyrics are shallow, gotta dive deeper Maybe my talent is dead, like the grim reaper But I gotta turn to the Lord, I'm a true seeker And I gotta spread the gospel to the true sleepers But I've been asleep myself, gotta wake up And open up the book and realize what my fate was And fate is his glory not to play with, I'm often off the playlist Cause God is the pilot, the title, I don't look to idols I hold to my bible, like people hold rifles I'm spitting, they trifled, I'm living I might fold, I'm getting a light cold Cause the flow's sick, I don't get a kick From holding on a blick I don't get a kick from holding on a stick These deaths got me sick Why we gotta take souls and take lives and make foes I think twice and then go, I've been nice, they've been no I think twice and then go, I've been nice, they've been no