These People Wicked

You want a leader look at yourself applaud that you have health God wealth will come success but this is not it great you can make these bags of cash travel then laugh at the poor a gavel of judgement you use confused thinkin life is all new shoes drinkin gossip you never been through problems so you talk non sense that's why I make these tracks to get out the trap I'm in position where in this city I'll never win I dont need a pity party hardly I have to get in this studio put my blood in these words to go further of course not to be a corpse in these streets ghosts no women speak to me look through my flesh as if I'm full of holes I'm blessed though been through tests others might not have made thank the angels still safe but in all respects I'm tired of being around hatred every day demonic energies pray in church assemblies their hearts are hardened though they laugh at torture pain it's in their genetic code so you cant explain kindness to them it's a hard concept to grasp when you revel in sin laugh at people who die of starvation.