Talking To God (feat. Alex Ervington) Lyrics

Talking To God (feat. Alex Ervington) - Oswin Benjamin

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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