Scriptures

[Intro] Before I awoke, wasn't no joke Pictured my size in God's microscope So many questions Not that many answers, you know what I mean Let that beat rock though, one time... [Verse 1] Who made us who we are? To be a superstar from movin' raw ‘cause what goes up do fall, eventually it touches ground So those who keep their feet on solid ground Don't try to walk with Christ before they crawl Or maybe it’s Muhammad Or maybe it’s Gandhi and Siddhartha Or could it be that maybe it's them all? Responsible for trees and the plants The seasons and the seeds of the man And the pigment of my skin makes me wonder why we cry? What maker makes me feel the pain at all? And if I don't grow I don't evolve But if I don’t know just who I are Without the yesterdays to explain today then what is tomorrow? The pleasure and the sorrow? The time that I’m given isn’t mine - But if it is then is it really borrowed? So many questions asked, without the answers there to solve When I ball, tears fall Light peers from the jaws of life And years crawl, movin' slow-mo, but faster than the light from hindsight What inspires what I write? Is it I or is it sire of the skies? I'm not an atheist, I'm curious Desires of the mind A spiritual hunger Is how I keep from going under Is it Zeus who throws the thunder? Hell-flame for those who wonder? I often wonder... [Hook] I ask the Lord just what I’m living for Do I give enough God or should I give them more? Is there a Lord? ...and who does he adore? The rich are now the last, the first shall be the poor That’s what the Scriptures say... [Verse 2] I always knew just what I wasn’t Even when pretended always knew that I was frontin' Niggas tried to tell me I was nothing But nucka I exist - so that fact alone makes me something I ain’t never seen the force fate The tell me choice is free, but they've never seen the Lord's face And the seed of Lord's face I was huntin' I hungered to be different - and this stayed with me like addiction Then the tried to tell me I was blasphemous for asking that - Cause I rejected organized religion An orphan mind, often my, Momma said, "Boy you need some savin'... Pray. You need to read the scriptures." So I read various depictions From various religions To find truth and gain me some wisdom All I found was false superstition And too much division, to baptize my body as a Christian So that means I'm sent to Hell Because I'm not a Muslim I'm a half-breed devil child A bad-seed infidel Cause Rasheed told me that God doesn't love me But if he really hates me then why did he make me? These the type of questions that'll drive a nucka crazy If I'm not blessed am I cursing all my babies? Am I Hades bound?... for a life underground? Am I bringing bad karma because "what goes around comes around"? I see shadows of myself Am I battling myself, denying what I felt? Is this lion that I'm fighting really lyin' in a bush? Am I fightin' or just writing, am I lyin' to myself? Am I a runner? - who be fleein' from his fate? Is it fate for those who ask? Hell-flame for those who wonder? I often wonder... [Hook]