The Man Upstairs
We call you the one and only
We say we were so lonely
In times of need we call you phony
When we call we say homey
Last night I called for some help and nothing came my way
I talked so long with you felt as if I wrote an essay
We call you the man upstairs cause we never seen you
This year got a new girl no thanks to you
Our relationship is gone like a cig in an ashtray
I hit therapy last year they said get your shit together
Y'all say he gives life but all I see is death
I feel like garbage and I want him to take my breath
I sit here staring at my brother who is an addict to meth
Wishin the man upstairs would give him sudden death
Looking from heaven with his mind full of heth
I learned to fuck school nobody gives a shit about you
You learn one thing then told to find another
English! Fuck that, if you hear these bars you know I passed that
They teach you about God, telling you he is the one and only
Says he is our friend so why can’t we call him homey.
This is why we call you the man upstairs.
I was considered shit,
Considered unfit
My life was all a skit
Always considered a misfit
This music was told to lose it
Thought I would throw a fit
But they all hypocrite
Took a break from this shit
Now I’m back to recommit
Keep fighting they say, The end is near
Depression is fake, get your fuckin head clear
Just stop that shit mid stride, like a fuckin mule deer
All these rappers throwing the N word everywhere
The moment I do it, they jump me, huh? How fair
My parents say their here for me, but are they aware
My body is here but my mind is elsewhere
My sister gets away with every fucking thing,
But does she know that she gives me a nightmare
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