Sunday Morning

[Intro] What it be like, be like What it be like [Verse 1] I say the best future teller is all of your past habits Dreams of livin’ lavish while the poor is still the average Middle class status survive on the summer [?] The established countin’ cash while I’m prayin’ for the passion of Christ Livin’ life like I’m livin’ it twice Friends blowin’ in the wind like a ribbon in flight It’s a sick sad world like what Daria watch And callin’ cops couldn’t cause it to stop but cats cook The food for thought bought was catered by Satan’s stove Dishes from Hell’s kitchen, revenge is served cold Then our number is called, desperate need of some direction Generations are lost, never seen ‘em in the sky But shorties wanna be stars, wishin’ we could get richer My niggas was disciples, couldn’t quote a single scripture Most hate the truth and stay in love with the lie We all wanna go to heaven but nobody wanna die [Hook] What it be like, be like In the night, tryna see light, see light But everything gon’ be right, be right Everything gon’ be right, be right Sunday mornin’ we gon’ be right, be right Everything gon’ be right, be right [Verse 2] They got the [?] paper with your name written on it Phone number on the side, wonderin’ if I should call you Up and say hi, how you been? Know it’s been a minute Remember the beginning, when we were innocent I’m starin’ at your picture thinkin’ damn you lookin’ pretty Ha, too bad your attitude was shitty Went to college in Indiana and I left you in the city You asked when I’m comin’ home and tell me that you missed me I was chillin’ in the dorm rooms broke Meal plan runnin’ short like a midget on the go Mind spinnin’ like spokes but we still crackin’ jokes Even though the aid office still send a nigga notes Call my mother let her know, maybe she could pull some strings Playin’ matchmaker tryna make them ends meet Used to stay together but they never really do It’s funny how my money remind me of me and you [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, see there’s a war goin’ on outside, world is set on fire Devil's disguise no ties to the most high No ties for the most high, they take his money and smile Prophet stealin’ your profits your pastor’s a paedophile Bless then molest a child, confessions was never found What’s the fate of the flock when the reverend is livin’ foul? Every city and town the families is stressin’ out Fightin’ to stay alive while we losin’ in every round Yes I’m black and I’m proud, for James and will say it proud White America scare me, your skin is a little brown What’s the point of opinions if everyone isn’t listenin’ Intelligent ignorance, atheist versus Christian Debatin’ the Bible’s penmanship waitin' for God's deliverance Teacher teach you to write but judges give you the sentences Deal with the pain by findin’ a vein and stickin’ a needle in Dr. King had a dream and the rest of us fell asleep again Shit [Hook]