I have had nothing but good stinking years
The kind you hide between the pages of a book
And hope to God no one would read them
Because what is man to God.
I done told you that if I come across you
It would be the end of one of us
Because only one of us will inherit this Earth
And I been there done that being last
So I won’t let you or God be in my way to Promise Land.
I swear to you if I catch you
With the crumbs on your face
And you lie to my face
There will not be Heaven on Earth.