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(Intro) When your spirit and your money’s low and
you feeling like you’re all alone/and your girl don’t want to come around because you’re
struggling and down and out/that’s when the world turn they back on you, your closest
friends and you family too/that’s when you put your middle finger up, *** ‘em all
get your money up, come on…
(Hook) When the sun don’t shine no more and the
rapture comes and takes me to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits roll my
name in the final score, I don’t want to know…/when the sun don’t shine no more
and the rapture comes and takes you to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits
roll my name in the final score, I don’t want to know…
(Verse I) It’s like I’m in a cesspool of garbage,
everybody talking bout they bringing back an era that they wasn’t even apart of/damn
it’s so redundant, monotonous and retarded, suffering from boredom, ten minutes away from
stardom/post-partum depression manifesting, study my lessons, counting my dollars never
my blessings/the rap version of John Lennon minus the Yoko Ono, loving the slow flow its
pro-bono/it’s free for the public, man I gave away classic *** without touching a
dollar from my budget/and I painted a gorgeous portrait, you couldn’t smudge if even if
you touched it, gotta make history before I kick the bucket/like Carter Chambers, Enter
the 36 Chambers of my inner sanctum, where you’ll probably hear my father praying,
wailing seldomly up to the heavens that I’ll never see/until I’m memories of melody…
(Hook) When the sun don’t shine no more and the
rapture comes and takes me to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits roll my
name in the final score, I don’t want to know…/when the sun don’t shine no more
and the rapture comes and takes you to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits
roll my name in
the final score, I don’t want to know…
(Verse II) I hope to God that my soul is saved, listening
to Lauryn Hill’s “Final Hour” during these final days/all praise but I hardly pray,
far away from being a righteous teacher, even further from a Latter Day/they say your best
comes on your darkest day, shameful of my facial hands cover my face like a masquerade/whips
lashing on the back of slaves, exchange the chains for medallions it’s amazing how we’re
still enslaved/looking for change but we’re scared of it, scared of risk, scared of making
a difference so we fantasize and make a wish, on that lucky star…/they always told me
shoot for it but it’s possible that I could shoot and I could fall, and never reach what
I’m shooting for/damn, I never sleep but I’m dreaming for, feigning for something
reliable before the reaper calls, a life, a wife, a beautiful home to take my sneakers
off/so when my people call, I never have to worry bout putting up money for bail escaping
RICO laws/man, I lament when I vent, call the Lord cuz I need to repent, so I before
present myself to ya’ll I need to get cleansed, purge my soul, clean off all of my sins/this
is where it begins, just in case my life comes to an end, the new testament awakens in me
***…
(Hook) When the sun don’t shine no more and the
rapture comes and takes me to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits roll my
name in the final score, I don’t want to know…/when the sun don’t shine no more
and the rapture comes and takes you to Father’s door, with wings to soar/when the credits
roll my name in the final score, I don’t want to know…