Текст песни Talking To God - Oswin Benjamin

Sometimes I pray
Feel like my prayers
Fall on deaf ears
I need my boy way more down here then you do up there
It's Hard to speak my peace when it feels like you M.I.A

I been tryna cope
Understanding there's somethings out there that I meant to know
Pastor preached your ways are perfect but sometimes God I don't know
Momma raised me in those ways and daddy helped but how they killing
Got me scared to let my nephew go and Play outside alone
I don't say your name in vain but God I swear if any harm would hit nephew or wife I'm Doing 25 for sho
Hear the malice through they jokes
Know they visualize me euthanized before my time to go nigga
Hmmm
I Read too many Pamphlets
I done planned shit with niggas that ain't really had shit
Bandits
You welcome to the party come with jealousy that's active
Pop up just to pop smoke at yo address
But jealousy as cruel as the grave yeah
They shoot your down when you start winning I can't stay here
Momma they was t raised like me so I can't play fair
My heart is on display
And God a prayer away
But I keep shooters a phone call away

Sometimes I pray feel like my prayers fall on deaf ears
I need my boy way more down here than you do up there
What are you expecting me to do
Yeah my momma raised me in the pews
But with these badges and bandanas on the loose
Being black is all I need to lose
Mmmm
Hard to speak my peace when it feels like you M.I.A
Or am I

I been battling my thoughts fighting with my faith
Ooh
And this feeling that I'm feeling similar to biggie getting caught with Kim before that Murder case
Who
Would thought that pain
Could turn a pastor to a murder mase
This bad boy done dealt with trauma head on
Got a few concussion being head strong
Puffing out my chest when I was dead wrong
I got a couple thoughts my mind is set on sending prayers to a dead phone
Who else ima blame for najee headstone
Yeah I feel like that
Paranoia got me thinking I can kill like that
Cause in the field cops is playing call of duty like the respawn is real like that
I talk to God through this real life rap
Hope he listening to me

Sometimes I pray feel like my prayers fall on deaf ears
I need my boy way more down here than you do up there
What are you expecting me to do
Yeah my momma raised me in the pews
But with these badges and bandanas on the loose
Being black is all I need to
Being black is all I need to

Sometimes I pray
And it feels like
My prayers
Fall
On deaf ears
I need my boy
Way more down here
Then you do up there
Oh it's hard to speak my peace when it feels like you
Like M.I.A
Hard to speak my peace
When it feel like you
M.I.A