Runnin' through the streets

Looking for a tree

God told me not seek

My legs are gettin' weak

I see the fruit crushed on the concrete

A snake lay by my feet

Then he asks:

"Are you scared of me?"

Couldn't fuckin' speak

I hear the apple fucking whispering

I say fuck it

Take a bite

Jesus Christ

Think I'm boutta die

See a fuckin' light

Glock by my side

I can't die tonight

God is fucking crying

"What are you doing?"

I say "You'll be fine"

Grip tight on the Glock

Aim at his head

Let the pistol pop

Scream up at the sight

God is dead

And it's all my fault

Satan speaks again

"You regret?"

Not at fucking all

Brains up on the wall

I need help, I can't fucking walk

My prayers go unsolved

Just as the concrete starts to talk