Armond WakeUp - King Booker lyrics

I feel like Peter surrounded by roosters Trapped in a ruthless loop of self improvement Rooted in the illusion I can do this Bowing to the golden calf of music Pursuing what I've been suited in Ain't even know it Claim the heroics Made in the image of Him but can't even quote Him I'm hopeless, a locust Why I even record this? Chasing dimes in penny loafers I'm a loiter In need of a lawyer Only loyal to the moment Wrapped in a trash bag of self importance I'm a stoner Ain't into weed More into me I'm a stoner Aim at anything adjace to my dreams & that's selfish Used to go shopping to dress my skeletons Trying to make a dollar out of 7 cents Swore I had a 7th sense My perspective was a prison The illusion of time I'd tell Heaven "in a minute" I'm religious...for instance I'm made in the image of God but my god was my image I'm must see, bow to my name, trust me But the older I get, I'm convinced I know nothing All my boys are eloping & I'm a loner But when you're at lowest, you notice what's most important So I'm leaning on the scriptures Scheming & resisting Sometimes you gotta go to war & scream at the whispers Telling me of my felonies Not helping me settle things Thomas with the promise Let em see what the wrestling brings Life before me I wonder what's next for me All I have is a yes & a peace let it be