The Prize Lyrics

Nobody's got no fucking time

They either move too fast to think

Or divert their eyes

From all the crimes

Everybody wanna die

They don't know what's missin from inside

The fears got They wind pipes

They can't breathe like Floyd

But they still swinging like Mayweather

Hoping they days get

better

But they don't pray none

They bass drum

Get stepped on in order for them to play some

Tsang Sung

They feeding of others souls

Through many scrolls

Too busy tryna play every role

To ever play they own

Say they want

A plate of filet mignon

They ate it all

Now they complaining

Why all the steak is gone

They ate it all!

Aye marone!

They're the only person to ba blame it on

That's just their mistake is mistaking steak

For a taste of God

Steak is unsustainable

Won't fill the hole that's in your soul

Temptress is a mistress

She'll drag your britches down to sheol

You ain't poor

You just poor in sprit

And don't wanna hear it

Ego is so fragile

You blame everybody

But the mirror

Stop comparing

Start focusing on your own stuff

Don't be a thesaurus

Just keep it a hundo

And uh

Fuck the media

Pity the

Fool who believes they are

Feeding ya

Food it's delirium

Meat-eating vegan

To the meat eaters

I'm obedient

Only to the Lord

Jeezeus

He is just

Keep it up

You know I always try to keep it a buck

It's good to have some fear of God

And some fear of us

But if you hear enough

Then you will feel the love

The world only revolves around the son

And that's spiritual

They got my eyes fixed on that prize

(What's the prize, y'all? Tell me, what's the prize, y'all

What's the prize, y'all? Tell me, what's the prize, y'all)

I look around and can't see why

(Tell me what I see)

There's a feeling I can't shake beyond my mind

Jeremiah, a quarter-life crisis

Ill advised

So I put the pressure on the only one wise

Shaking my bones, shaking my head

But I never shake hands with the devil

Oh my

Don't surprise, but it still do

When you're living in a box made of clear glue

And they say we don't fight for the right subjects

So we only subjected to hear truth

And the building on fire

And the water don't quench

And the people inside

And they catching on quick

Too busy, hear they own talk

Listen to the slow clock

Skipping all the tocks

So they hear their own tick

Take your time when you walk out

It's the only door left in this small town

And as soon as it closes

The battle's all roses

They can't keep running

If the ground turns to ocean

They got my eyes fixed on that prize

(What's the prize, y'all? Tell me, what's the prize, y'all

What's the prize, y'all? Tell me, what's the prize, y'all)

I look around and can't see why

(Tell me what I see)

There's a feeling I can't shake beyond my mind

They got my eyes fixed on that prize

I look around and can't see why

There's a feeling I can't shake beyond my mind

They got my eyes fixed on that cross

Lay down my arms to see you walk

Holy Spirit I can't make it on my own