Mistah F.A.B. - God Don't Love Me (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.] Last night I had a talk with the reverend Ask him when he die, how he know he making it to heaven? He said just keep faith, and continue paying tithes It was all about the money, I said n***a yeah right (damn) Crazy world, how I'm 'posed to raise my baby girl With minimum wage? Got me going nutty as a squirrel From the city of dope, my role model Lil Darryl And n***as like hillbilly from my borough I'm just praying to God, and I'm hoping that he listen Damn near broke my granny heart when I said I ain't a Christian (what?) Ain't tryna argue bout my views on religion But my daughter need some shoes, to match her True Religions; I Told my mama I'mma keep God first But Mama, I done kinda lost faith in the Church All this crooked stuff they doing man, it really do hurt But I'm thankful I'm alive cause it could be worse [Hook: Mistah F.A.B.] Sometimes I feel like God don't love me If he did, why would he let the world f** me? Errybody that love me it seem like he took from me Sometimes I feel like God don't love me Then I realized... it ain't God, it's his people This whole world turned evil Just cause you neighborhood watch, man that mean you could k** a man? (RIP Trayvon) The type of sh** that make me want to k** a man [Verse 2: Blast Holiday] Still remaining on my knees with it Hat and wrists same C stitches, like I See different, locked door cause the key missing Not a prophet but I seen visions Louis XIII, bet you'll love me by the 13th Bars spectacular, brother stuck on the yard Gotta scrape when it's stuck to the jar Times hard so I gotta go hard, grinding with bars No lying involved, Mount Zions of raw So I push it in a hoodie for Trayvon Mar Black face, everyday I'm marked Like Oscar Grant on BART, life got no heart at all... Just hate, wolves in sheep clothing Main reason why all the Gunnas toting Felons on parole, ain't none of us voting Like a penny with a hole in it, hopeless [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Buck] Product of my environment, man I'm trapping until my retirement The feds want me locked up until my expirement Don't fit the requirement so I'm chased by sirens n***as laced with diamonds in this race for shining Lost a lot of my life, my mama cry at night To know her son on the way to the penitentiary... Shot my car up at night, bullets all through the windows When I'm riding thanking Lord don't let nothing hit me Praying everyday, but it feel like don't nothing hear me Riding with the backseat rider tryna steer me Rolling with the roof open, n***as tryna k** me I refuse to play the hand these crackas tryna deal me My n***as cooking the coke, they pushing the pound Got the block in a headlock, they whooping the town Got a ? who grew dreadlocks, like look at me now You just got out the pen, but they booking me now, damn...