Lyrics: [Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] Hey My Momma, my mom, my mom is worried she is by trauma, more drama, the twilight was gone, it's more side seat she's getting out of it How does a prophet who loved God as his father Slippin 'down to? How does an angel gotta be sick in the pancreas as an atheist Perhaps it is the belief that Makin 'this woman is so crazy and made me skeptical of this threat is high on Epiliptic Next Lupis, rested not always psychiatrist examinedReverend blessed them brethren, Heaven, Tech is begin 'for effin' X-Mas Hopin 'Momma is not an exit It's better, better Quick links as you let them get sick of bread in the church every Sunday, I have been invested Searchin' for one or the other way, you will myself have a curse or a burst to let me know with a sun beam me that you come from or on the road'm 'bout ninety-nine, but I need one hundred percent proof [Hook] You show me a god Ahh, I am somehow Feelin 'that it is a facade you show me a god and ahh's when theyis why he is not doin 'his job, you show me a god Ahh Although one thing, a man or a wide Show me a God, please let me know, something to hear when I'm on my knees [Verse 2] Where was the passion of Christ, what happened to Passin 'his life for the masses bath, it is not happenin' twice 'Cause my mother in a laboratory's stacked? I need your help, and I'm not Askin 'is beautiful, everything in life was there All my life paramedics Comin' up all I heard, "Is There A Medic?" A Youngin ', all I could do is stareat ...
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