ECG - I Hope God Likes Hip Hop lyrics

I Hope God Likes Hip Hop Such an unexpected teacher came to cure my stress I have god but not a preacher and for this I'm blessed So f** a pseudo understanding of what happens after d**h No faith in success will leave your life a mess You ever seen disaster strike and didn't care one bit You ever heard somebody sick and only sort of gave a sh** You ever heard somebody died and then wondered why you haven't yet You ever seen a k**er and then envied acting ravenous Or politicked with snakes for fear of being alone You ever stopped trying to clock and started rotting at home You ever hid behind an art you ever hid behind a lie You every hid behind the present from day you'll die You ever hit your knees and praised a god that doesn't exist My religion came with logic wasn't older then six If what you lack isn't a god then I could help define it I spend every second given by him trying to find it Every day I build my soul every night I refine it I was the given the material but guess who designed it And the terms of the agreement simply weren't provided I guess I'm f**ing greedy there's no need to deny it Some sell their soul some give it to god But Im'a keep mine yeah I know it seems odd And lord don't take it as my disrespect I just can't give it up when its all I have left I know that isn't true sometimes I wish it was Dopamine and serotonin happiness is just drug A common point of view but be it right or wrong Im'a build for from me and if there is a god we'll get along Forever chasing more I'm thinking hes a worker to But if where being honest f**er you got work to do That goes for both of you but which are you gon' focus on If its the one you can't control I think you got your focus wrong So get get goal that measure that's what I suggest And f** if there impressed you need know what you respect Confused with what then you should move that a** and check And use every piece of the past that hasn't happened yet Every day should build your soul every night refine it Your given the material but guess who must designed The terms of the agreement well they simply weren't provided But if your asking me you ba*tards know what my reply is Some sell their soul some give it to god But Im'a keep mine yeah I know it seems odd And lord don't take it as my disrespect I just can't give it up when its all I have left