ayo... this goes out... to all you motha fuckas that think you know me...
Credz, Spartan, Tech 9, Lay Doubt., all you bitches... you wanna talk shit?
hahaha... well, dis ones for you...
(chorus)
yo...
i'm sick of feeling responsible for all of you ungratefuls
unwilling to share with starving while you enjoy all of your platefuls
from the day i gave you life untill your final annointment
you bitches aint been shit, but divine disappointment
my frustration aimed at what i created
got me feeling discombobulated.
i hated the boredom, so i reinstated entertainment
a simple experiment, now i see i made the wrong decision
my project appeared easy, but had no direction or precision
beginner's luck, only up to recent times do i feel stuck
i'm the only one to blame for things that ran amuck
i built up, these hoes n they dont even give a fuck
might as well bag up these animals n toss em in a truck
these bitches'll never touch, shake, or even feel my hands
my quote unquote followers still constantly fill the stands
on the so-called sabbath day, and for years it's been this way
but they cant decide whether it's the first or last day to pray
they seem to think that i'm forgiving of all...
which means they have a scapegoat, if they happen to drop the ball
i've been coined with many names, none of which to me are flattering
they look to me for a guidance, but this beggin shit aint mattering
there's nothing i can do to help this situation...
when they have internal conflicts with their whole congregation
they gather every week, just to speak of me in song
these little faggots i created in this project gone wrong
chorus:
i'm sick of feeling responsible for all of you ungratefuls
unwilling to share with starving while you enjoy all of your platefuls
from the day i gave you life untill your final annointment
you bitches aint been shit, but divine disappointment
if i had the power to help you, i wouldn't even bother
so stop thinking that i love you and stop calling me your father
didn't plan on you evolving into this mess with which i deal
asking for my forgiveness when you lie, cheat, and steal.
what the hell do you want me to do? try and save yourself
i can't help your marriage, chlldren, or your stages of health
i can't control destiny, where'd you come up with that notion?
there's no cure for aids, so don't even bother with that potion
my problem's far from any of your so-called devastations
like this oncoming war between the so-called united nations
i regret making you all, you make my blood pressure climb
i wish i didn't, but even i cant turn back the hands of time
chorus: (X2)
i'm sick of feeling responsible for all of you ungratefuls
unwilling to share with starving while you enjoy all of your platefuls
from the day i gave you life untill your final annointment
you bitches aint been shit, but divine disappointment
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