[Intro] Before I awoke, wasnt no joke Pictured my size in Gods microscope So many questions Not that many answers, you know what I mean Let that beat rock though, one time... [Verse 1] Who made us who we are? To be a superstar from movin raw cause what goes up do fall, eventually it touches ground So those who keep their feet on solid ground Dont try to walk with Christ before they crawl Or maybe its Muhammad Or maybe its Gandhi and Siddhartha Or could it be that maybe its them all? Responsible for trees and the plants The seasons and the seeds of the man And the pigment of my skin makes me wonder why we cry? What maker makes me feel the pain at all? And if I dont grow I dont evolve But if I dont know just who I are Without the yesterdays to explain today then what is tomorrow? The pleasure and the sorrow? The time that Im given isnt mine But if it is then is it really borrowed? So many questions asked, without the answers there to solve When I ball, tears fall Light peers from the jaws of life And years crawl, movin slowmo, but faster than the light from hindsight What inspires what I write? Is it I or is it sire of the skies? Im not an atheist, Im curious Desires of the mind A spiritual hunger Is how I keep from going under Is it Zeus who throws the thunder? Hellflame for those who wonder? I often wonder... [Hook] I ask the Lord just what Im living for Do I give enough God or should I give them more? Is there a Lord? ...and who does he adore? The rich are now the last, the first shall be the poor Thats what the Scriptures say... [Verse 2] I always knew just what I wasnt Even when pretended always knew that I was frontin Niggas tried to tell me I was nothing But nucka I exist so that fact alone makes me something I aint never seen the force fate The tell me choice is free, but theyve never seen the Lords face And the seed of Lords face I was huntin I hungered to be different and this stayed with me like addiction Then the tried to tell me I was blasphemous for asking that Cause I rejected organized religion An orphan mind, often my, Momma said, Boy you need some savin... Pray. You need to read the scriptures. So I read various depictions From various religions To find truth and gain me some wisdom All I found was false superstition And too much division, to baptize my body as a Christian So that means Im sent to Hell Because Im not a Muslim Im a halfbreed devil child A badseed infidel Cause Rasheed told me that God doesnt love me But if he really hates me then why did he make me? These the type of questions thatll drive a nucka crazy If Im not blessed am I cursing all my babies? Am I Hades bound?... for a life underground? Am I bringing bad karma because what goes around comes around? I see shadows of myself Am I battling myself, denying what I felt? Is this lion that Im fighting really lyin in a bush? Am I fightin or just writing, am I lyin to myself? Am I a runner? who be fleein from his fate? Is it fate for those who ask? Hellflame for those who wonder? I often wonder... [Hook]
hellflame, nucka, wonder, lord, often