Heaven Sent Lyrics

I ain't tryin' to rain on your pity party But it's sunny outside, you should go and get some I've moved on, but some days I miss some Of my dogs, of the times, of the life I used to live tryin' to figure it out They want me to dance and shout You know? Nigga it out But I'mma show 'em what this nigga about This nigga about revolution I don't just make songs you could dance to I also make songs you could think to The water $10 at this fest, but the liquor is five That's how they defeat you They keep you numb to the real Work, get high and pay your bills That can't be all that this life is, for real You gotta deal with who you do a deal with Am I too big to be trippin' over lil' shit? I am too big to be feelin' so small? Ignorin' calls, I usеd to want it all Now I want it all a bit less Show me a bad bitch with high self rеspect Show me a real nigga who ain't got vices Show me a pastor who got rich and still righteous Show me a God that everybody agree on What if Jesus was on the same shit that we on? What if Jesus was on the same shit that we on? Yeah I ain't perfect, and neither is the president What's guiltier than a nigga hidin' evidence? Can't be upset when they heated if you don't let 'em vent Even the devil was Heaven sent Even Kanye was Heaven sent Even Hitler was Heaven sent Even Martin was Heaven sent We all Heaven sent Donald too We all Heaven sent Epstein too We all Heaven Sent Malcolm too Even you We all Heaven Sent Don't you know that it's counter-intuitive to be in a constant state of self improvement? To always feel the pressure to be someone else? To always have to be more than yourself? To always be on the verge on becoming? I say hold on to what you got 'cus that change is always sudden And those phone calls won't always come in On this journey of trying to make something of your life It's easy to forget to trust in your own light See they spent years mastering sex appeal while I spent my adolescence plottin' on a mil' And I never felt like my peers if I'm bein' for real See the more I live, the more I lose The more I'm given, the more I question Forgettin' the greatest blessings only come after the toughest lessons But how could you know that you're finding your way when you always feel lost? When no place has ever felt like home, like, how could Jesus know that he was meant for that cross?