I'm going broke and deeper in the ditch
buying self-help books on how to be happy and get rich quick.
The reality is that you can have your best life now
only to have your worst death later
because you can't take anything with you
unless it's favor from the Savior,
but few are feeling this flavor
since it leaves a bitterness in your belly.
And we try to swagger but instead stagger
like we're drunk quoting Nelly,
"Hey! It must be the money!"
We keep falling for the same joke,
and the sucker punchlines aren't funny
when CEO's and reality shows play us like gin rummy,
but Christ can call us out to douse beats fading in and out
with a cup of holy water from Run's House.
And ever since filling up pages in high school notebooks
and Trapper folders, my cup's been running over
until I'm now baptized up to my shoulders
with feelings, freestyles and Pharcyde hooks
because time keeps passin' me by,
but I can't keep runnin' away.
At the end of the day, it's about the Word of Yahweh
and not what the world may say.