They're After Me And You

I’m innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination Heaven, sit and pray with passengers from nine eleven
The Lord’s blessings leave me lyrically inclined
Express what’s on my mind, no effort needed to shine
God’s a seamstress that tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain that could dazzle your dame
Have her in my bed flustered red, screamin’ my name

I’ve lock picked every problem in my life and spat it out
Lyrics branded in my mind tell you what I’m really about
Picture the pen in my hand scribbling magic on those lines
Got them writing about me all over the New York Times

My mum always said you shouldn’t throw stones in a glass house
And if you’ve got a glass jaw you should watch your mouth
I got more swag then a Michael Jackson jacket with zippers
I’m the boss on the boat and will have you callin’ me the skipper
I flip dollar bills like I flip pancakes; you can call me the flipper

I was ready to sell records but never my soul
Thus signing a contract was never a primary goal
The illuminati is after those who do good
Make a record about rehab and they’ll kill you in the hood

First they get you hooked on drugs and the fancy life
Then blackmail you by threatening to show pics to your wife
They’ll kill me but will probably get to you first
Waitin’ around like Mosquitoes for that bubble to burst
They feed on those who are weak and can barely sleep
They got anorexic models makin’ them money to not eat
This is a message to avoid those who approach with confidence

THEY’LL MAKE YOU SELL YOUR SOUL WITH A FLASE SENSE OF PROVIDENCE