Fiend - Waiting On God Lyrics
(*talking*)K, we ain't got one reason for everything, you know I'm sayingThis right here, is for all my survivors, all of em you know I'm sayingGrow to the way, you know I'm sayingAll our soldiers world wide, you know I'm sayingMidwest, Northwest, East, West whatever, SouthTo all our thugs, you know I'm saying, all the way to United StatesNew York, I-I gotta get this off my chest one way or anotherGo on, speak to em[Fiend]Hate made the child and spoke up, would evolve a tonAnd assisted the murder rate, when that revolver runIt's hard to run, when you don't know what you running fromYeah I own a gun, but that don't mean I can't be the oneTo catch ya names, five shot cause he or she was shamelessLeaving me and my people, arm's brainlessPainless as it seem for me, if I was to go nowTell me who gon fiend for me, dream of meSpeak be having a team for me, survivor niggaAnd tell him what it mean to me, my er'thangI wanna end, what the devil bringAnd make it to hear, the angels up in heaven sing, until then[Hook - 2x]I'm just sitting here, waiting on GodSo I could ask him, is life suppose to be this hardCause the true fears, I know he care for meJust wanna know, if there's a place up there for me[Fiend]At the sun let the moon take over, and every winter get colderFrom a struggling tell you, soldier gon speak soldierBut I can't kill the beef, between that side and that coastAnd I can't say what's so white, just like black folkThe road is thin, so is hope for black menYour own even Benzo, glocks I pack twelve'sAcquainted, since I roamed the allies paintedLooking at the hustlers, on the wall they all became famous
