Kshr. - Psalm 91 Lyrics

I close my eyes and picture picket fences
My wicked interests keep me further from my dreams of peace now keep that entrance open
I won't be here for long
Just pit stops before I wake and shit get carried on
I know the lord
He keep my soul safe and my soul tortured
For he know what my mother needs and what I deserve
For he know when my mother grieves when I'm pinned in that dirt
It's unbearable
The prayers lose their way getting to my area code
She always told me boy don't you got to die one day?
So don't you live like there's no price to pay
I said moms I've been thinking now
If we're all flawed
Does it still mean we're made in the image of lord?
She said boy I hope that's just a question of course
You'd rather live a believer than die and learn that you're wrong son
Don't stray away and mislead the way of your own son
I pray you find him before your day come...

Ya'll too wicked for my liking
Chasing light with darkness trying to stay lighthearted but I cant breathe
Half the shit I come across that's beyond me
And its leaving me with thoughts about where I've been
I've been vibing with the church folk and not the mosque
Am I sinning when gospel strike a chord in my heart?
Am I doomed for biting jerk pork chops or go to hell for puffing all these strands of pot?
Maybe not
Maybe so
Now am I buggin' sipping cups of patron?
My woman fine should I not touch her at all?
What about our seed are they supposed to be forced?
If I cant teach them any better is it fair to impose
A religion that I'm distant from because I am told
When they could probably go to church with my mother in law
And say these prayers before they eat unlike what I've been shown
F*ck am I to know