BOW YA HEAD

Yo, not everybody your man's, not everybody your people

Not everybody your gang, not everybody your equal

You know they're not clasping their hands and bowing their head when you need it

They say they keep you in your prayers, but how do you know that they mean it?

She wanna go shopping at Neiman's, but don't got a bedroom to sleep in

She wanna go out every evening, she never could give you a reason

She using you like you a DAW, like you don't got Logic and Reason

She act like a child of God, that Taylor Port turned her to demon

They tell you they down for it all, you know that you wanna believe it

"You know that you always could call," but they aren't gonna receive it