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cashus king - scriptures lyrics

[intro]
before i awoke, wasn’t no joke
pictured my size in god’s microscope
so many questions
not that many answers, you know what i mean
let that beat rock though, one time…

[verse 1]
who made us who we are?
to be a superstar from movin’ raw
‘cause what goes up do fall, eventually it touches ground
so those who keep their feet on solid ground
don’t try to walk with christ before they crawl
or maybe it’s muhammad
or maybe it’s gandhi and siddhartha
or could it be that maybe it’s them all?
responsible for trees and the plants
the seasons and the seeds of the man
and the pigment of my skin makes me wonder why we cry?
what maker makes me feel the pain at all?
and if i don’t grow i don’t evolve
but if i don’t know just who i are
without the yesterdays to explain today then what is tomorrow?
the pleasure and the sorrow?
the time that i’m given isn’t mine –
but if it is then is it really borrowed?
so many questions asked, without the answers there to solve
when i ball, tears fall
light peers from the jaws of life
and years crawl, movin’ slow-mo, but faster than the light from hindsight
what inspires what i write?
is it i or is it sire of the skies?
i’m not an atheist, i’m curious
desires of the mind
a spiritual hunger
is how i keep from going under
is it zeus who throws the thunder?
h-ll-flame for those who wonder?
i often wonder…

[hook]
i ask the lord just what i’m living for
do i give enough god or should i give them more?
is there a lord? …and who does he adore?
the rich are now the last, the first shall be the poor
that’s what the scriptures say…

[verse 2]
i always knew just what i wasn’t
even when pretended always knew that i was frontin’
n-ggas tried to tell me i was nothing
but nucka i exist – so that fact alone makes me something
i ain’t never seen the force fate
the tell me choice is free, but they’ve never seen the lord’s face
and the seed of lord’s face i was huntin’
i hungered to be different – and this stayed with me like addiction
then the tried to tell me i was blasphemous for asking that –
cause i rejected organized religion
an orphan mind, often my, momma said, “boy you need some savin’…
pray. you need to read the scriptures.”
so i read various depictions
from various religions
to find truth and gain me some wisdom
all i found was false superst-tion
and too much division, to baptize my body as a christian
so that means i’m sent to h-ll
because i’m not a muslim i’m a half-breed devil child
a bad-seed infidel
cause rasheed told me that god doesn’t love me
but if he really hates me then why did he make me?
these the type of questions that’ll drive a nucka crazy
if i’m not blessed am i cursing all my babies?
am i hades bound?… for a life underground?
am i bringing bad karma because “what goes around comes around”?
i see shadows of myself
am i battling myself, denying what i felt?
is this lion that i’m fighting really lyin’ in a bush?
am i fightin’ or just writing, am i lyin’ to myself?
am i a runner? – who be fleein’ from his fate?
is it fate for those who ask?
h-ll-flame for those who wonder?
i often wonder…

[hook]

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