Wrap Your Arms Major Nine & Fat Jesu$

[Intro]
If it ain't Fat Jesu$ we don't need him

[Chorus 1]
I was told to never question God
'Cause he gon come through when we need him, hope that boy don't 'flauge
I done been down on my knees in that rain tryna find myself
I can't give nobody directions I'm blind myself

[Chorus 2]
Lord I need you to wrap your arms around me
Lord I need you to wrap your arms around me
Lord I need you to wrap your arms around me
And tell me everything is gonna be alright
My God, my God

[Verse 1]
Okay, Bad lil bitch in the bucket got me like fuck it
Mind over matter, I want head from her cousin
I'm just tryna get in her stomach and give her the bubbles
She on 99% but she telling me don't unplug it
Lyrically i'm giving this instrumental some good head
Dade-County nigga, Kodak boppin with my good leg
Martin Luther King had a dream, hope you remember that
Nah we forgot about that shit 'cause they stay killin blacks
Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, where you niggas at?
They ain't even answering the phone, man where them hittas at?
I ain't even look at the police like the police
They might as well get them a flag, a couple OG's, a block
Or a side of the town they claim territory
Let us carry guns like them, now that's a better story
This country 'tis of thee
I'm a part of history
If y'all tryna wipe us out, why bring us here just tell me please?
Oh you needed workers huh to build this country brick by brick
But I gotta vote for a president nigga suck my dick
Give us what we earned and it wouldn't be a white race
Currency should represent the workers not a white face
Most of the presidents on money fucked up heavily
And they had slaves too, so what this country telling me?
I'm a piece of property or something you could by our sell?
Tried to bury history alive and tell her go to hell