God Ain’t Answerin’ Korban Baxter

Touched the gravel of the pavement, when I’m walking down the street
Used to get bullied, now my bullies say they proud of me
This the gold of my words leaving prints upon my feet
And I’ve yet to reach the pinnacle nigga
Nigga this the peak, in those cold winter nights niggas steady losing sleep
We some east coast demons nigga, pray we never meet
Used to beat me down until I got some cheese
Now I aim my Tommy Gun and you niggas with such ease, please

Pray you never come around, now
Now we gotta hold it down, now
Now you never come around, now
Now you never hold it down, now

When I’m reaching heavens gates as the angels wash my face
And I see the face of God imma have some shit to say
Why my niggas gotta struggle, why the bullets came to play
Why you let us see the fire, why you let us out the cave
Why you let us have a tire, why you let the niggas slave
Why you let us find the country, why you let these niggas hate
Why you let us make them hundreds, why you let us have a brain
Why my granny die for nothing, why you let us feel the pain
I want my answers