walkin w the lord

tuff like a hockey player, eyes slanted like a maker, the food was grate I will thank u later, u my desert fruit n whoop cream to u I will catar, I'm fukd up so I ain't bust so I'ma kill that pussy like I'm alqueda, sometimes I bust fast I can't front these drugs a fukin savior, that's a contradiction like the president's not a player, let's make America great again, I'm tired of this having this debate agian, how about we all the creation and we should try build relations instead of hatin, n tickilatin to violating, violence is the remedy ain't no patience , like doctors that don't work I got not patients, shout to sheek louch for that now I'ma keep skatin, u just a shittty bagel w shityy egg im the egg n cheese n bacon on a roll dank n , w a cold a glass man I should give thanks and, to the Lord just for having what i have, my hole fykin life I'm pissed cuz I ain't gotta dad, now at 33 I'm realizing I ain't gotta be mad, maybe God didn't color me bad, maybe this life I was made to had, or maybe there's more that Lord has In store, I'm prayin thats what it is for sure,