Did protons and electrons create the earth?nOr did Allah meditate and create it's birth?nIs everyday in this place a curse?nOr should I pray on my knees and embrace it's dirt?n(yeah)nI don't know if there's a reason I'm here,nI feel the only thing that's driving me is reason and fear.n(yeah)nAnd seeing death to me conceivably near,nSo I don't give a fuck what you think bout me reaching from fear.n(Damn)nI don't worry anymore about what my friends do,nI have a more urgent matter to attend to.nIs there something there bigger when I die and vanish?nThat weaves everyone and everything into a canvas?nI'm not smart enough to think I have a resolution,nI'll never be a man with mediocre constitution.nMy father told me that blood and power intoxicate,nAnd that tyranny is a product of his fathers hate.nn[Chorus]nnI'm recognized of giving the sins of the father,nAnd recognized what's built and what stems from the author.nUnderstand man is not a machine,nHe needs a surface and a purpose and a reason for being.nEither way I'm going to stick with my fam',nRegardless of if that's a dream of a ridiculous man.nAnd I'm becoming more indifferent every day,nAs soon as I lean all the questions have faded away.nSome of the things I said I hated to say,nBut blame yourself mother fucker you made it this way.nI don't think I would even if I was able to stay,nI don't think you could I would sit to the angels and pray.nBut everybody's got to deal with theyself,nIf they cut another throat for them, material wealth..nIf it's a problem are you man enough to deal with the help?nOr are you destined for the darkness of concealing yourself?n(yeah)nn[Chorus]nnI'm trying to deal with the thirty years I spent in prison,nNot the physical because of existentialismnI've backed myself into a previous dead positionnWhen all I ever had to do is just repent and listen.nWhy can't everybody leave me alone,nI'm the only one who'd really need to see that I've grown.nYou ain't smart enough to see what I know,nId like to stab myself and let me fuckin bleed til' I go.nBut I'm too scared what would happen on the other side,nTrying to fight the good fight how many of us died?nI don't know if I trust the people that hang with me.nIs it god, or is it the big bang theory?nI know some really good people and they slaying near me,nBut I don't think that comically they should hang really.nAt thirty years old I don't have peace yet,nAnd I ain't got out of the belly of the beast yet.