We Still Searching - Chief Kamachi

I feel like they stealing my soul out here

Man, I don’t know what they believe in, man

Kno’m’sain?

We’ve tried everything

Son, I was worshipping rocks for a minute

Shit, what the fuck, kno’m’sain?

Must be CREAM

Yo I’m from the dunya

Where losing life don’t mean nothing to ya

You still wallowing in my misery

Praying for to deliver us

Looking at the sky wondering why the angels don’t visit me?

I’ve searched for so long, that I slapped the wind crazy

Screaming «Fuck you Lord»

Cause mommy dead and you let the state take her babies

And I’m starting to think the Church stealing my gravy

Is it so?

Is it so?

Cause if it is than me and you need to rap

Cause I done wasted all these years

And for you fucking up a little child’s head like that

I was searching for something that wasn’t there

Giving all my love to something that didn’t care

Felt like my faith and destiny was in the air

And the rest of me was here

Still searching

They say the meek shall inherit the Earth

But ain’t no goods in my hood

And I stroll past a boarded up Church

And you expect me to believe that the Lord is at work?

Pay tithes, nigga, I ain’t gotta dime for that jerk

A hungry man don’t eat off no Biblical excerpt

And he don’t pray, he just hope that his vest work

In the dunya

Where they won’t hesitate to tomb ya

Don’t cope and from aldehyde fume ya

You wear your cross, but do it give you power?

Look at your environment

Your grandmom in Church every Sunday

The Preacher pay but she’s 75 and can’t think about retirement

Now put that in your fucking collection plate

Been damn near lost my fucking mind out here

Fucking with’chall, man

And these fucking religions, man

I’m fucking God

And what the fuck you think about that?

It’s the Mic Messiah!

Chief Kamach!

Cult Status!

Nah’mean!

Philadelphia!

Kamachi!

G O D

Messiah!

on the M I C

Kamachi!

G O D

Messiah!

on the M I C

Kamachi!

G O D

Messiah!

on the M I C