[Lyric] Crickets (Cyta Zoan)

[Verse]
Dear Lord, I grew up in your custody
And I coulda sworn that you really don't fuck wit me
I know you put all kinda niggas through the struggle
But every time I questioned your word, I'd get in trouble
Yeah, and catholic school was a bum
I was one of two black kids, you kept me from the other one
Yeah, you were s'posed to raise me like a son
But I was raised better by a badge and a gun, damn
Dear Lord, I really don't believe in you
But I need to talk to somebody, and somebody's you
I been up for, like, 2 days, nigga, I can't find a ounce of sleep
And I was talking to a bitch that said 'count some sheep'
So I count 7 billion 'cause thеse niggas can't think for theirself
Fucking NPCs, I'ma cancеl their health
All you niggas ain't shit, put the keys on the shelf, damn
Dear God, why did you bring us lames?
All this internet talk, and they ain't do a thing
Bitch ass rappers that just discovered the game, yeah
I'ma airstrike these niggas just like Obama
They're like fauna, you let all of these pawns bloom
Now we gonna pour the bleach and stuff them in a small room
And have 'em breathing all chemical air
Keep the door from being opened with the chair, Cyta for mayor
Like I'm the best damn candidate
Dear God, do you miss me? You prolly don't forgive me
Banish me to Hell, I'll bet I'll find my fucking way back
Fuck this Cyta shit, I'm 'boutta bring ace back, nigga
Uh, with the face tats, nigga
Yuh, find my way back, nigga
Uh