For God's Sake Video (MV)

Summer 86', Mama feeling labor pains
God bless her, little did she know she's finna make a king
Yea, she made a king, now I'm making major change
In the same place they tried to kill my race, I made a lane
You talking paying dues, man, I made it rain
But on that Bob Marley, I don't wanna wait in vain
Scrapping records, turning verses into paper planes
Hoping one'll take off so I guess it's still a paper plane
Chess over checkers, best respect us, boy it ain't a game
Had chickens choosing, I was getting at em' raising canes
Truth is them punches usually lose them but I can't explain
It's more than music, I do magic, word to David Blaine
And that's my nigga Slimm, sights set on greater gains
Rep the same city but I promise that we ain't the same
Call me loco, my motive's to board a gravy train
Child's destiny never local, global they say my name

So what I'm trying to say is I am not a saint
Just a common man that makes honest mistakes
I pray for the answers when I'm saying my grace
Let it all fall into place, for God's sake

God, grant me forgiveness, Lord give me the strength
My lack of spiritual fitness, a saint but so out of shape
So you find me riding the fences, tried, tired and defenseless
Could I come to my senses, this pressure cooker's relentless
Look to you for your wisdom like I preside as your dentist
Enemy wants me dead, I won't duck and hide from his clenches
Equipped with a holy title, prepared to give him the business
Scribes soon to describe how I survived in the trenches
True the fight is tremendous, Deeper than just religious divides
Where people only takes sides that echo their interests
Interesting how they use the Word to further their agenda
Like they'd rather be a slave than surrender
I understand my blatant thoughts are not created for the faint of heart
When the truth is cracking through and foundations break apart
Like the streets of my hometown, watch out for them potholes
Bentley or a bucket, homies gotta learn to drive slow

So what I'm trying to say is I am not a saint
Just a common man that makes honest mistakes
I pray for the answers when I'm saying my grace
Let it all fall into place, for God's sake

Long glances to the sky, for the answers to the Why
Wish we could've had one last dance before they died
Questions be coming faster than the chances to reply
And our prayers be getting answered whether granted or denied
Granted the divide between the Earth and the heavens
Is greater than our eyes and this earthly frame of reference
And what we lose in soldiers, see, we're gaining in perspective
That nothing lasts forever and our present is a present
But that don't ease the pain, it just allows us to survive
Know those we would've died for may no longer be alive
Every moment that we cried is like a letter to our friend
Saying, "Until we meet again," I'll see you on the other side
I try to find peace though I might never find the purpose
And since I can't reverse it, at least I can make it worth it
In spite of your demise, we're inspired by your courage
I'm just trying to say my lines, before the maker closes the curtain
That's all

So what I'm trying to say is I am not a saint
Just a common man that makes honest mistakes
I pray for the answers when I'm saying my grace
Let it all fall into place, for God's sake