I AM WILLING TO BET THAT THE POPE KNOWS HOW TO COPE SANS USING DOPE
The truth is I can no longer cope And no one will throw me a rope Nor will they give me a modicum of hope And they know I don’t believe in saints, angels or the Pope
Ain’t no saint going to come and pluck me from desperation And that mythical spirit would know that I’m soaked in perspiration If there are no angels then can Heaven be real? Because if it is, and it’s nice, I’m willing to negotiate and/or deal
Ain’t no savior going to bring me to Mt. Zion to pray No one is going to arrive and save the day If I am forced to I will find a way to do what needs to be done And for sure is it hasn’t been easy for my father to have me as a son
SAVIOR YEAH MY SAVIOR COMES IN GLASSINE ENVELOPES FOR TEN BUX A POP ON MARTIN LUTHER KING BLVD...THAT'S NO INSULT...EVEN THE GENIUS CHRIS ROCK SAID "IF YOU GET TO A NEW HOOD AND DON'T NO NOWHERE TO COP CRACK JUST GO TO THE NEAREST MARTIN LUTER KING BLVD.s IN EVERY CITY, TOWN OR PLANET