 You are for your back lane and stand up, you're rotting at the kingdom of God if you ain't in Enough of the mood, I want to see you walk naked Hands on your jaw, insane and frustrated Why you bound up for your cake when it's baking? Back mining of them families, so them related Right as you fall, I saw them get elated Them rich for know your body, casket all cremated Now all you need to see your birthday are predated Even though me a face is crazy Man, rise up this morning