Human being to the mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer?
Who don't believe in anything?
We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
Blood stains on the front and floor
Peace to every young person taken by the law
The police equivalent of growl motors at your door
They've got machine guns and now theyre ending lives like it was war
I still get asked for ID for cigerettes at 23
But at 18 they send the kids abroad and
Give em the licence to kill
Tell them its alright be still
If that was me and you can see the rest of the life in the ville
Its all uphill so I tell you how I feel
Cause everything I see is lies
So sick it makes me ill
All t from old thugs on the tills who're on drugs
Or mil's with a house up in the hills
Tryna follow suit of the latter
To everybody who ever mattered
Wana be a famous rapper
Then you truly will
Break the mould if you wana
But I aint noone to follow
I'm just a road kill
With a little worn pasion and honour
Human being to the mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer?
Who don't believe in anything?
We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption
There aint no church in the wild to inhabbit,
Aint the ones who lie the lies but also supplied to the addicts
Long days tired nights why do we fight with this planet
I don't know why I aint got the time for bible bashing
I don't need a god I need to plot to see the top
So carry on talking instead of walking then you see the mon-
ster behind me in unison the two new men
Just tired of being understanding and overuling them
So tell me whats a peasant with the pasion
Ten times the riches any pharoh could imagine
And that is why I got a job, climb out of the chasm
That you though you could secure me in
You surely could've found them
World rating talent inside of my mind, unbalanced
And I aint been an angel but Im nothing like a judge that gives a beast three years
And goes home and makes love
Thats upper class then I'd rather be scum, son
Human being to the mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer?
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

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