I’m charging my crystals

Aligning my chakras and visiting temples

Offering cents to the gods to bargain my sorry existence

Pockets is empty

I’m bout ready to fall on my pistol or borrow beg a pot to piss in it could all be so simple

Probably whispering here but I feel like God isn’t listening

Sending rituals

Singing hymns at the top of my symphony

Mixing tinctures in little pitchers it’s all from my kitchen

I really dig the attention but at the top of my wishlist is money

Manifestations will run me mad if I play and repeat these damn affirmations I just need cash in my savings

See my pastor is paid and I gave him half of my wages

He said I have to be patient but this is math I’m not playing I’m bout to rob that ****

And we all a sinner

Yeah but I’m starving so I’m plotting for it

And we all a sinner

Yeah but I’m starving so I shot him for it

What?

What?

Damn

Father figure

Switch to target

Stickup artist

Sick of all these wishing waters

I been parched I’ll resolve it with the Lord

My revolving loan defaulting I’m ignoring all the calls

I’m gon’ barter with my conscience all these offerings to cough up

Coz nah the reverend got some benzes like the president

I’m peddling deficits to ensure that my ends have met

I’m sensing dude is not destitute like the rest of you

All I’m playing is modern day garden snake to the congregation

I wake up and pray for my life to change every fucking day

I chant the names of the angels but still my payments fail

While they’re displaying the satiety to my face

I’ma wait til they put that plate on the fucking table and fucking take it

And we all an angel

Yeah but I’m starving so I’m plotting for it

And we all an angel

Yeah but I’m starving so I shot him for it