[Intro]
Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from Moosa
Who's my Lord? (How does it feel?)
Who’s my Lord? (How does it feel?)
Who's my Lord? (How does it feel?)
Who's my Lord? (How does it feel?)
[Verse 1: VIC MENSA]
I was beggin’ God for a sign, shine a beacon of light, I know I ain't livin' right
Every day is darkness in this dusty apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected, I gripped the weapon, connect it to my temple
Resentful to be so sinful, demons on my mental (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dreamin' of when things werе simple
On SNL with Kanye, poppin' Ace at thе 40/40 next to Beyoncé
Now I felt like Michelle and Kelly
As if my destiny wasn't manifested for me
At the same time, my dog James fightin' an attempted class X felony
Rottin' in Cook County with rapists, facin’ forty years
He’d be lucky to get a twenty-piece
My conversations with him were therapy
Imaginin' how he could be so optimistic
Prayin’ in front of a toilet with no pot to piss in
He told me, "Stop and listen
Allah gives me my freedom
If I keep him inside, these devils could never hold my mind in my prison
And you outside bitchin'
You need to practice some gratitude
Take heed to the blessings that he granted you"
Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from Moosa
Who's my Lord? (How does it feel?)
Who’s my Lord? (How does it feel?)
Who's my Lord? (How does it feel?)
Who's my Lord? (How does it feel?)
[Verse 1: VIC MENSA]
I was beggin’ God for a sign, shine a beacon of light, I know I ain't livin' right
Every day is darkness in this dusty apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected, I gripped the weapon, connect it to my temple
Resentful to be so sinful, demons on my mental (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
Dreamin' of when things werе simple
On SNL with Kanye, poppin' Ace at thе 40/40 next to Beyoncé
Now I felt like Michelle and Kelly
As if my destiny wasn't manifested for me
At the same time, my dog James fightin' an attempted class X felony
Rottin' in Cook County with rapists, facin’ forty years
He’d be lucky to get a twenty-piece
My conversations with him were therapy
Imaginin' how he could be so optimistic
Prayin’ in front of a toilet with no pot to piss in
He told me, "Stop and listen
Allah gives me my freedom
If I keep him inside, these devils could never hold my mind in my prison
And you outside bitchin'
You need to practice some gratitude
Take heed to the blessings that he granted you"
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