Bad Religion

One for the money Two for the show Three for the mirror reflect the image of love and growth Grew from the trenches with black boys with flashy goals Praying for the finer things in life up on the road To riches, where niggas ain’t got to Eat Roman noodles, with a fridge full of food covered in kids doodles Till it comes we try to remain neutral But it’s hard when you healing From scars and bamboozled Give me time Praying for some patients but it’s seems This day in age that doesn’t really make sense We want it now just to slide into some beige hips Laying with the devil, not the one you want to stay with A-Man! Told us keep your dreams intact Sign this contract, with them strings attached Schemed us bad, stationed Where them demons at That got us questioning Wondering if Jesus Black GOD Skin of bronze hair of wool Tell us lies all the time hella bull A mirage a disguise like if you climb high Then that hole up inside will be full We came from broken homes Saw the saddest endings Demonized the boys Left the daddy missing Then we trash the women Got us off balance tripping Rinse and repeat rinse and repeat Yeah, Bad religion