Trilogy

I always rose to the occasion
Didn't matter the time that I was facing
Every minute my life I feel it racing to death
The next step probably my last breath
Can you feel me, tell me lord can you hear me
Everybody talking smack but nobody feeding me
They want to hate on G,I'm thinking wait and see
Cause in reality there's something here for me
They talking trilogy,I said the father the son
The holy ghost and then you see then there's me
Can you forgive please even my enemies
But I must demolish anyone wont let me be
Machete off your hand if you try to take from me
Tired of police when I reup always raping me
A hunnit fifty dollars a day the jail will get for me
Even the judge is paid think he throwing books for free...


Sincerely,
Black Jesus