WHO MADE GOD Lyrics

Is this really hell or is it lack of comprehension

Religion just try to conceptualize the message

Or is all this shit really God's hand at extension

People say they pray to you and swear they got some blessins

I remember prayin in my blanket for my stressin

Hopin that my parents would just make it from the restin up

Now my fuckin pops is in the basement with his mom

Momma livin in her car I'm hopin she don't rot

See myself in others, but still, want some to smother

See that they had lovers but ignorance just hovers

Should I uppercut this fucker for everything that he mutters

Or uncover the shutters of what needs to be discovered

And show him that he's more than all the dirt inside his gutters

I see Cutters of themselves or others hidin under covers

Hopin that they brothers or mothers don't see they under

Don't see they under

These Emotions that aren't mothered are crushers to all that flutters

Lookin at my skin thinkin how I wanna cut again

Why do I wanna hurt this vessel that I'm carried in

Puttin rips upon this suit that I will be buried in

Lookin in the mirror and I'm thinkin this ain't fair to him

But here I go again, I think I'm boutta make him scared again

Does my pain matter when I get into comparison

Comparison don't matter, what'd I hear straight from my therapist

I've been treadin through this water wondrin if I'm lost

Ever since a kid I've been askin who made god

They ask me you got enemies I say I got a lot

But I ain't talkin humans boy I'm talkin bout my thoughts

Ever since a kid I've been askin who made god