Von Poe Vii Staccato
Introduction:
Word, word, word
Peace to all things positive, yea
[Verse One]
A silhouette reflects that cigarette smoke
It's been a minute since that needle and poke
That dirty dollars for the coke-lining, a filthy habit
That Vincent Gallo, she just wanna be in love with a star
And a believer on a Sunday
Her favorite rapper sings to her
Cashing out on all of her insecurities
During puberty, huh?
But live and learn
I guess regrets for the birds
She's finding comfort in that money
Tricking herself to the world
An Alcoholic on the regular
Whatever would take the pain away
And brighter days seem non-existent
But her religion got her feelin' different
In her eyes, this is part of a bigger plan
That God devised, she's down to testify
I get it, sweetheart
I tried to tell you, He turned his back on you
And after all this time
You still ain't seen that ugly truth, huh?
She looked at me and said
"Nobody is perfect"
They found her body in the riverbed
She was reaching out to God's hand, staccato
[Chorus]
We gon' be aight
Just send a prayer to God, man
I give it all to him
Put it all in God's hand (4x)
[Verse Two]
At twenty-two, with a 32 in the booth
See when it came to making raps
Nigga, this dude was the truth
Nothing but talent
Had a couple homies around him
Who had invested in him
Studios, music videos, and instrumentals
Poverty stricken
So loyalty in exchange for the service
Keep your dick up in your pants
And all this hard work gon' be worth it
I swear, a fumble up
Another mouth at the table
And he was just about to pop off
I wonder what made him
A Devilish angel
Thinking back on it
It probably was a convo, he said that
"God got me bro, regardless of my situation"
A couple years now, and he still ain't popped
I see his shorty sporting another baby bump
On the block, my nigga
That baby money could be feeding your niggas
And all that mothafuckin weed you smoke
Ain't feeding no niggas, you wildlin'
He looked at me and said
This part of God's plan
Everything gon' be aight bro
I put it all in God's hand, staccato
[Chorus] (4x)
[Verse Three]
So, word up
I got a message from reality
This world could be an ugly place
With loopholes and fallacies
You want the real?
No sugarcoat when I'm speaking
And all you niggas waiting on God
I hope you find your peace
We battle human trafficking
And little kids molested
A multi-billion dollar
Prison system segregated
A neo-nazi president
And Whites who claim Confederate
And that's only in America
This world is much deadlier
So put my faith in who?
I can't see the vision
My nigga's mom just died
In front of her grand-kids last evening
And the block is getting locked up
Police is getting shot up
The rich is getting richer
Middle-class is in the past my nigga
So don't be asking about my faith in this shit
There ain't no god up in the sky, yo
We living in Purgatory, bitch
And you the only one to blame
For your situation, so understand
Not everything we see
Was left in God's hand, staccato
[Chorus] (4x)