[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Ey, my momma, my momma, my momma is so tormented She been through trauma, more drama, the dawn is gone, it's more tinted On this side it gets out of it, how does a prophet who loved God As his father slip and then get the bottomless side of it? How come an angel gotta be sick in the pancreas like she an atheist? Maybe it's the faith that is making this lady And crazy has made me this skeptic, next threat is lupus on top of epileptic Never rested, psychiatrist forever tested, reverend blessed it Brethren, Heaven, Tech is beggin' for effin' X-Mas Hopin' momma ain't left an exit It better get better quick, how you let her get sick with bread invested? In the church every Sunday, I've been searchin' for one way Or another, you're gonna have to curse me or burst me with a sunray To let me know that you're coming or en route I'm 'bout 99, but I need 100% proof!
[Hook: Tech N9ne] Show me a God, "Ahh!" I'm kinda feelin' that it is a facade! Show me a God, "Ahh!" And if it is, why ain't he doin' his job?! Show me a God, "Ahh!" Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad! Show me a God, please! Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees!
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Where was the passion of Christ? What happened to passin' his life For the masses? Bad it ain't happenin' twice Cause my mother's stacked in a lab and it's stagnant at nights I need your help, and I'm not askin' it nice All in life it's been paramedics All my life comin' up all I heard "Is there a medic?" A young'un, all I could do is stare at it Seizure after seizure, if I was you Wouldn't never let it be heredit-tary If Aar' get it, I swear that it's scary Sittin' in a insane asylum God or God's ghost, man I aim to find 'em To take away all of this angel's pain inside, come rain If Momma go, how come I can't deny them? And she only 54 in a ward, watchin' her war And it's more blood and gore, and she tore cause people are so deceivin' And I'm on the floor, cause with nor Lord this war absorbs more poor Havin' all the soldiers screamin'
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Think of how all the victims of Katrina feelin' They need a ceilin', they say that Mother Nature, she the villain I plead a million, the bible, I read a billion, still I'm free to see the real And my feet are grillin', cause hellish heat is buildin' up Think my momma ain't ill enough? It's killin' us I will erupt if they're pillin' her false, still ain't no healin' her I been searchin' for answers, but I find nothin' but Mansa That puts a damper on the current problem at hand, bruh Or whatever it is, I will never forgive Anybody who take Maudie better get her to live She's so sick that it don't matter how much cheddar I give To the thing or the lady, here's a letter to his Majesty, why ain't you stoppin' these tragedies? My mother's glad to be with you, but her life's been a raggedy one What's gonna be done? In two thousand and twelve when hell's gonna be When the Earth aligns with the sun?
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[Outro: Tech N9ne] That's why I be lookin' for ghosts Somethin' supernatural, only thing I know is supernatural is the rapper Maybe if I saw something like that it'd make me change my life or somethin' Now let's get into K.O.D...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
