Sunday Morning

God got a funny way of showing that he love me God got a funny way of showing that he love me You can have everything but still have nothing You can have everything but still have nothing God got a funny way of showing that he love me You can have everything but still have nothing My works are displayed and my faith over budget talk ownership But get advice from a puppet nah You want it all when come from having nothing I'm from the city of stunting Get it by any means Niggas hide crack in ass and then sell it to fiends I feel like hypocrite cause understood the shit You get more time for hard then you do with it soft the only politics I'm focus on is the drugs Peak the game we got ruined by laws but f*ck it Fighting the system for years we just learn to duck it that shit true we live another day Pray for me I pray for you murder capital turn in a generation of faces That's gone washing t-shirt of dead like it cleansing them off God got a funny way of showing that he love me God got a funny way of showing that he love me You can have everything but still have nothing You can have everything but still have nothing When I was young in my mind I had a picture Whats a dream what that photo starts to develop I didn't plan this far I'm just living thru it, not afraid of death but the future comings The past will hit when you decide to stop running All I wanted to do was rap explain how I feel who knew these words of a hurt kid Turn in to deals Catalog a 100 thousand turn into millions I'm not mad I'm just hurt I'm still healing I ain't die by the shot at my achilles Heel master plan I knew it was coming stay resilient Its moments in life you gotta ask if it's worth it Work without faith, faith without work if its an image of me on a t-shirt Bury me above instead of under the earth Cause I'll be walking the streets like my ancestors first