Standing outside
Look at my face through a window pane
cll this glass and you still couldn't see my face
Grandma reading verses so that I'd be saved
But now the stories that she tells all sound to fake
It ain't nothing new
My beliefs never passed my youth
I came from eras after you
Seen them capture few
cmass a loot
Now everybody wanna come and claim that they could pass the fruit
Palms placed on my forehead
Same tells I would always try to forget
Through them down as they lie in the dirt
I never found them, that's why I never go to any church
Do I rise through the ashes or burn in the fire
Seems like everything coming to the wire
Lord help me, come revive me so I'm higher
But the pastor never listens, only hears the choir
Imagine waking up to showing
That your memories are going
Every morning you forget another passage you were knowing
Every time you started dreaming
Every time you started thinking
That the water that you're drinking
Leaves your recollection sinking, ha!
Cause that shit ain't holy
Bless myself but oh I do it slowly
Good god I'm a bad, I'm a fuckin' odd man
Sinning every day but when I do it I'm in god's hands