Unpleasant living in the city that bleeds Constantly stuck in between Going for broke, gotta pray I don't choke But there's no God up there listening Yeah My declaration as a man standing on his square You raise your hands in praise, but there's no one up there Two decades wasted on a harmless lie Actions dictated to avoid the wrath of some nigga in the sky Is there a God above? (No!) ♪ So how can you believe with all the pain around? Force-fed (false hope) praying just to hear yourself The golden groves are empty, paradise is lost Fucking prayed away your sanity, but at what cost? D'you not fucking around, Chloe? So find me something that looks like a prince So I can grab on his assholes and shake their tree Because this not fuckin' around thing is about to go both ways