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Fallen Thru Ya


It's a hallelujah fallen through ya I wish, I wish Through the night sky, a falling star I wish, I wish People coming up to preach like they ain't know my father was a pastor Like yeah right I need to pay for the master's just to become a master I'm a master of none You'll catch me Californicating with California nuns I can't see you even with these glasses You all still worried bout your classes Spitting CO2, pollution's my only emission Breathing oxygen in is my only mission But an idea sparked the light, sparked the will to fight and fuck and fuck up anyone that's in my way I know that one day I'm gonna get my say I know God's gonna judge me in front of the pearly gates But right now My jeans been feeling loose, my wallet been feeling light My debit card's outta juice, sometimes I wish I was white (yeah right...) Listen to my voice, please don't skip Listen to my voice, please don't skip It's a hallelujah fallen through ya I wish, I wish Through the night sky, a falling star I wish, I wish My jeans been hanging loose My wallet been feeling light My debit card's out of juice Sometimes I think bout how easy it'd be if I were white But I'm not, I thank God I'd rather be Kent than Zod Rather be cold than hot Since I'll never be as corny as Khaled w ashad No matter how hard I try, hah One day I'll do more than get by One day I'll do more than get high One day imma be so high you could reach into sky and almost make yourself believe that you could touch me But I'll be too far out, no one can touch me So what's the point of you pulling up just to confront me? Out of touch, out of balance, too much drink in my chalice Yeah, not a challenge Jay said financial freedom my only hope I only hope you catch the words that I spoke I only hope you catch a whiff of my smoke My piece of heaven, my lil baggie of dope Dope as dope as this music shit I hope that you're feeling this Like, ahh I hope for a stupid bitch Stupid enough to fall for me right after calling her a stupid bitch And I caught myself praying to God today Like, have my hallelujahs been making it round your way? It came as a surprise since he's been out of sight, he's been out of mind I'm calling to him just the same for peace of mind Like hey... It's a hallelujah fallen through ya I wish, I wish Through the night sky, a falling star I wish, I wish
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