N.O.H. ft. Tim Nicks

I got questions that prayers never answered

A lost belief in a false sense of human standard

A king in a slaves world being black is a hazard

Tha cotton in my shirt smell death in da pasture

I was born broken heart an tha thoughts fractures

For God y'all say sinners prayers of saints answers

Spare me talk on deaf ear on religious panders

Play the race card they ahead by color standards

We can't balance a ghetto on top of bodies piling

Why the jail house and courthouse continue smiling

Same boat brought us here is cruise to a island

For shed blood was coal but it brought us diamonds