Starving. ZuluMecca

[Intro: Skit]
A statement of honour
That's what it is
When you [?]
You are making a statement
Yah, that's what you're doing
Because [?] comes under the law of first things
And under the law of principle of honour
It's like honour your father, your mother

[Verse 1]
Fuck
I'm charging my crystals
Aligning my chakras and visiting temples
Offering cents to the gods to bargain my sorry existence
Pockets is empty
I'm 'bout ready to fall on my pistol, or borrow, beg
A pot to piss in, it could all be so simple
Probably whispering here
But I feel like God isn't listening
Sending rituals
Singing hymns at the top of my symphony
Mixing tinctures in little pitchers it's all from my kitchen
I really dig the attention
But at the top of my wishlist is money
Manifestations will run me mad if I play and repeat these damn affirmations
I just need cash in my savings
See my pastor is paid and I gave him half of my wages
He said I have to be patient
But this is math
I'm not playing
I'm 'bout to rob that nigga