GOD

´He’d have the voice of any of us all

& he’d be disguised as my weed man

because,

no other guy sees me that often (figure of speech, dear ones ;)

so after some passing & some coughing

he pauses & tells me that he has an offer,

tells me he heard i’ve been speaking ill

of his Willl & questioning his purpose

I interrupted him « my god, it’s not on purpose », I just be reacting to you acting like

i’m undeserving or unworthy of more

i’m constantly knocking at your door

calling the tongue getting the phone

just to be told by some older folks that

you stubborn like me,

meaning

you’re gonna answer when you need to &

not when i want so

he replies that him & i are, are gonna trade place,

He & his homies will play make pretend

& i’m in charge of answering their

prayers

i’m like « fine »,

he’s like:

but keep

in mind that this job’s biggest payment

is just a thank you

so technically no one can really save

you except these angels i made you

so good luck trying to one-up me instead

just choosing that path that i gave you’