Thank U, Lord Lyrics

Through the rain I mourn in a time of my loss

Can't deny the pain of Christ on the cross

Living in vain, cried the cry of the lost

What is the point of the life that I sought

When all that you possess, it can be bought

Man's vanity, progeny of his thoughts

Moth-eaten clothes, saggy tit old thots

Was once the pride of your life

Can't take it with you the moment you die

Now so wrong, what was once your right

No matter how you try to cry or fight

Thank You Lord, for your love for me

Praise even in the midst of suffering

Most would've had enough of me

I lie here, my soul naked without covering

No longer letting the devil fuck with me

Never asked to be born, and though it sucks for me

Alone in this world, now it's stuck with me

Still hustling the flow, trying to make a buck for free

A buck for free

Even though my lifestyle's bluntly disjointed

Trying to smoke the pain away

What's the point? Shit

Even though I don't feel it, I'm blessed and anointed

Tribulation truly trying my true appointment

Ever since my birth, I've been with the afflicted

That's why everyday I live, I try to get lifted

Trying to live with the hate of all of the damned gifted

Stop the train I'm leaving; better off I missed it

In this world where people think survival of the fittest

Represented by money, power, status, and bitches

Plagued by hunger, war, loneliness, and sickness

What's the point, as we strive to be the motherfucking richest

Thank You Lord, for your love for me

Praise even in the midst of suffering

Most would've had enough of me

I lie here, my soul naked without covering

No longer letting the devil fuck with me

Never asked to be born, and though it sucks for me

Alone in this world, it has stuck with me

Hustling the flow, trying to make a buck for free

Waking up in the morning early

Take a hit while I shit

So high, I tell giraffe pussy "you're not worthy"

Been a decade since the old days or maybe more

Ain't no Luther or the O'Jays

More like Nujabes, Dilla, Ye, and Miller was my boy

I went from EBT to GDP

Way back in the day, before Big Pun felt the heartache

Your lyrics suck dick like Raphael Saadiq

But somehow, women are just people who are gay

Like I said earlier,

Hit you hard with a car

Driven by a movie star

Or Suge Knight, before he got locked behind bars

You just jealous, like a Puerto Rican; to everybody

Underground fellas jocking RZA, to everybody

Going to school for Pro Tools, and live life, for your fucking daddy

How proud, he snitched on you now, to everybody

Thank You Lord, for your love for me

Praise even in the midst of suffering

Most would've had enough of me

I lie here, my soul naked without covering

No longer letting the devil fuck with me

Never asked to be born, and though it sucks for me

Alone in this world, and it has stuck with me

Still hustling the flow, trying to make a buck for free