If Religion Was A Concept

Came out the womb
I had nothing to loose
Consumed within a month
After married for two
I'm sure you got some problems
I Don't mean to be rude
But everyone that's in my life has been too quick to assume
Quick to cut me loose
I was quick to make a move
Quick the paper picker upper
Just came home with supper
I brought some ribbed rubbers
Home For my lover
I'm hoping when she wake up
She ain't become a mother
It's not because I don't love her
This a cold world baby
Less we talking bout the summers
So don't hit me on my line
Unless we talking bout some numbers
Write my own features
And I keep that shit anonymous
You fucking copy cats
Could never carbon copy this
Bedroom beats
Killing shit independent
Spending time inside
Reconnecting with my tissue like my tendons
Ain't no time for back and forth like tennis
I done said this shit before
How many times I gotta say it for you knew I meant it
I swear to God I'd kill any person
That I met and ever fucked with me
If I could get away with murder
I would spread it
Like democracy
Rebuild a country
That values honesty more than currency
Cause currently
The 1 percent is living monstrously
Our government is fried and feeds the population Hypocrisy
Rest distracted by entertainment and sodomy
What If religion was a concept
And money was the object
The Founders of our country
Stole from natives if were honest
We act like this land of free
Built on top of bodies of the innocent
Never given a grave
If religion was a concept
And money was the object
The Founders of our country
Stole from natives if were honest
We act like this land of free
Built on top of bodies of the innocent
Never given a grave