Who Is God
Happiness is overrated by those who are debated, faded, and claim to be elated
I know, money ain't but a earthy matter
So not funny when ya got but a hurly platter
ungrateful-wanna estate full
With my day ones-myth, put down they guns
That's why I write these sick puns
Squad's tighter than the hair buns
I'm a born sinner. What can I say?
Water for dinner-pray night and day
Where's the light and the ray?
There's just no other way!
Forgive me, Lord, I'm gonna sin
For a trip and Ford, I'm tryna win
Lord, please humble me
The cord seems to jumble me
Deliver me, this darkness!
I'll wither from its hardness!
Expression of my artness
impression of those Arches
feel your hand on my back!
in a land that's not whack
Fear I can't cause I lack
God is for what you pack
Is what God sees-no mod for the keys
That unlock the secret to happiness
See the Door, knock-has no lock-never be happy less
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