Yo What's all the controversy about? Bizzle We living in a world where Nobody likes to take accountability We lying, but we hate to be called "liars" We steal, but we hate to be called "thieves" We all about ourself But we hate to be called "selfish" I'm saying, man up I sit and think about the way this world is operating It's so not the same as what the love of God created I pray to God that I can find a way to block the hate, and Let the love flow, but it's like their hearts are constipated My Blood and Crip homies know I don't rock with banging I don't knock 'em as people, but I gotta knock the hatred Grabbing a .40 cal and mowing down a foe, who prolly Would'a been your homie had you only had a conversation I feel obligated to conjure a plot to change it It's hard not to hate it when mobbing through Compton daily I ain't get it from videos or watching cable E-block to the Sac', homie, I can take you But never mind that, 'cause I don't need approval I promised I'ma change the game, and I'ma keep it to you And it's a shame that I can say the realest things But if I mention God's name, you gon' see it like I'm preaching to you Well, I guess it is what it is, homie You made your bed, this here is for your kids, homie Tell your son don't listen to the feds I'ma feed him inspiration 'til it's dripping from his beard, homie And tell him all these rap stars live in big mansions And when they say that they deal crack, they're just rapping They made it to a place where they never hear clapping But they're rapping it to cast us where it still happens And tell your daughter not to let these songs mislead her Into thinking if he buy her something, he can mistreat her And what's sad is, I expect it from the fellas But from what I'm hearing, tell her, don't be following these chicks neither And she ain't gotta show her body just to get attention If he don't like her for her mind, then he can hit the exit Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Prada gifts are expensive But she's worth more than anything money can get, this Isn't just rap, more like a seed, planted In your spirit for healing your family tree's branches Keep standing tall amongst these cactuses Now ask yourself just what kinda cat this is If he was just in it for thee dough Then why would this be the route that he go? And I don't got no model or no blueprint to follow 'Cause ain't nobody done it like this before Is this Christian rap? Homie, I don't know I'm just a Christian man that got a cold flow That came just when cats said it was no hope Looking for the lost so I can show 'em the road home And for the nonbelievers, I'm tryna rap to y'all But if you hate me for it, then cool, handle y'all's But if it's so fake, why're you worrying? 'Cause I don't see nobody hurrying to diss Santa Claus Huh, so, obviously, it gotta be more to it What else you gon' turn to when you go through it? Blow kush, get to sipping on Patróne For the pain so, for a minute, you can feel like it's gone? Quit falling for the lies they told to you And go to Christ, let Him fix what's broken you As I provoke hope in you, throw in the flow With the help of the Holy Ghost in the vocal booth I hope "The Messenger 2" was a blessing And, by the way, I do have a message: Those with ears to hear, stop playing Know that God's patient, but try not to keep Pops waiting Message delivered