[Lyric] Sunday Service (Graphene)

This one a little darker it ain’t gone lead to applause no
But Sunday service as a kid never got me closer to God
The Sunday school teacher said if we believe we can’t die no
Then Grandma Ruth passed so I started thinking she lied

[verse]
I was confused a little nigga trying to figure it out
At the time a quarterback trynna remember the routes
I could go down
Where people would remеmber my name
Cuz that doctor/lawyer monеy couldn’t buy me the fame
That I wanted
Smart nigga
But the times showed me I’m product
Of my environment either you ball, you dead or locked up
By the age of 21
You either savage or heathen
According to deacons
Who be trash if we candidly speaking
This shit amazing run through mazes
Just to make it in fact
Soon as we make it to the end we get stuck in the trap
And niggas hate school so they stop balling and rap
About the shit that they done saw on they side of the map
Saying this one a little darker it ain’t gone lead to applause no
But Sunday service as a kid never got me closer to God
The Sunday school teacher said if we believe we can’t die no
Then Grandma Ruth passed so I started thinking she lied

[verse too]
And as I grew up and started getting to closer God
I realized that getting closer is hard
I tried to talk to God
But had no connection at all
Tried to star67 maybe he’ll answer that call
I know you never forget
God all that hell I was raising
But I thought when I repented that you would’ve forgave me
Nah you ain’t have to forsake me
I been patiently waiting
For the day we can turn this monologue into conversation
I grew frustrated while prayers
Lie on deaf ears
Surrounded by death no one to shoulder
So I kept tears
Inside all the time
Void of emotion characterized the space that I occupied
Thought I was
Losing my mind 2 years older than 9
I had concluded we all just living to die
If there’s more
I asked the Lord to please give me a sign
And well I felt the wind I guess he let out a sigh
I guess we both frustrated know this world is a lie
Saying
Saying this one a little darker it ain’t gone lead to applause no
But Sunday service as a kid never got me closer to God
The Sunday school teacher said if we believe we can’t die no
Then Grandma Ruth passed so I started thinking she lied

[verse tree]
And as I felt time dwindle I couldn’t help but be skep-tical
Of everything I’m hearing at church
I felt the depth of scriptures read by the pastor were surface
Only preach about getting through the pain that's always there it keep re-occurring
But I wanted to hear advice on how
I could grow up cool and other problems a child
May have like how did Mr. Krabs end up with Pearl
And did Jesus ever get nervous when he was talking to girls
This the stuff I was thinking when I approached the wise man
Explained I needed to focus maybe I needed vyvanse
On what God has done for me and not these silly questions
He said problems are few compared to yo many blessings
Left with more understanding on what he’s done for me
But didn’t feel I could confide in God comfortably
Like my feelings were invalid cuz how bad others felt
And every inkling to express them was a cry for help
And then a wise woman said knowledge of God is knowledge of self
And if you ever want some answers gotta find em yourself
Knowledge of God is knowledge of self
And if you ever want some answers gotta find em yourself nigga