Heaven or Hell
The things that we do just to make it through
Have you wondering what the fuck was I supposed to do
I believe in God AND the other fallen angel…
But I can’t punk out cause I see the other Stalin (stallen) angle
Can’t believe in one without the other
It’s like turning on my own fucking brother
It’s like comforting a widow or a grieving mother
Knowing, you still know another
Well I was just trying to make sense of it all
They chose to live life up and I chose to ball
They look down on you and try to make you look small
I don’t know who he is, but believe me I know his call
When it’s torture I do a line just to numb up
When it’s Fortier I play the ditz just to dumb up
Use my 4.0 for these streets and the plans I can drum up
And I ain’t got a team no more, dolo on the come up
Street sweeper, cleaning all the scavenger scum up
My pen, it turns into a ouji
Weeding cowards out like water out of a squeegee
The eyes in back of me
Have always been eyes that only I can see
They bring me comfort in my terrors throughout the night
I hear the whisper as if children cry like a lullaby when I’m searching without the light
And it ain’t pretty, and it ain’t cute
And where I am going I hardly dispute
Hook
I manned up, I started banging bullies on their backs
Get my fortune read to forewarn of attacks
To make it thru I used to drive with burners under my seat
I ran so much that I deserve the credit for flooding the street
And don’t you think I feel bad for evading that pod
But life equals up somehow to uneven the odd
The 3 little pigs, spent their careers tryin to squeeze me
3 in the hole and I got one just for popping breezy
And you look at me and think my life is all fucking easy
At any given moment we can be called just to appease he
And you know Valhalla’s fable
And there’s no doubt I am eating at that table
I know the power of my spirit horse when drilled in life and death
And I am on borrowed time so you best believe my brethren get my last breath
I know I suffer in the next so let me be free now
And I ain’t trying to repent cause we reep what we sow
Hell of a decision, die, kill, or go to jail
Either way we set up to fail
So what do you believe in? … heaven or hell
I think the la de dah church shit got most folk under a spell
I mean whose to say whose story they tell
I mean, let’s just be real why else the angel fell
I wanna hear two sides, please tell me a book was written
It’s all stories just like the little kitten that lost it’s mitten
Hook
Judged for the things we do
Judged by who
Judged by everyone
Judged these days even if you legally own a gun
Judged by your past, for the past shit you done
You even judged if you stand firm or you decide to run
Judged for your son, judged for your daughter
Ok by you all I don’t believe in that order
The order to tall
So give me the chains and strap me to that wall
All because I jumped in when I heard a prisoner call
And if we all write, then we all right
A gift of intellect, use it for sight
Use it for peace, use it for the fall
Use it at least, but when you do – just give it your all
And I can go on for 100 fucking bars
But I know in the end when I wake up it’d be in fucking MARS
Never fear God cause a true leader doesn’t use fear just to lead you
Never fear the devil, cause believe me he see through
Fear no man, only what fear just what you might do
And judge no one for what they do just to get thru.