Pain

No love from my pops But momma raised a man I remember long night laying in my bed staring at the ceiling fan I was the lanky kid in the street kicking a rusty can I went to church and told the pastor I want to be a better man He said son look up your in the house of the lord All you pains and worries son give them to God Since that day I laid it down and I picked up My sword With the Bible in hand you can't touch me boy See I'm covered by the blood I'm the real McCoy black on the outside inside a white boy (Almond joy) I have no fear other then God so your sticks and your stones can't hurt me dog I know I'm not Superman but god has a plan See if you open up your heart then you'll understand I'm am Da Real King Coopa and this my season Ya we both rapping homie but doing it for different reasons I said we both rapping homie but doing it for different reasons You trying stack paper and selling drugs to our people See I'm trying to build a empire and lift up my people I feel like I got a message and it's sent by God All this black on black crime we need to stop it dawg All this white on white crime we need to stop it dawg All this black on white crime we need to stop it dawg Racism lives on How can we stop it God? I'm asking for a higher power help The way we beating each other I'm surprised that We don't see whelps While you'll shoot in the streets I'm trying to make piece in these streets The only heat I'm bring Is in my bible If you don't understand God Then there's the problem It's just a higher power help and you can't solve it I know your scared of the mission just keep on wishing No matter your decision he'll never change his position KING! Yeah I know y'all boys was out there wondering bro Like do we do it or not Like King Coopa and Fat Mac K we on it for real for real bro Y'all want to know if we artist We out here doing it We may do country next We don't know But hey give it to us bro Like I'm ready For real for real We ready No disrespect don't hate