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i walk in godly form among these mortal men
but even a god's reign always comes to an end
tears comin down my face every now and then
died so many times but keep gettin reborn again
everyone gone so i made friends with rats
had to make a livin hustled and flippin packs
my whole team down i carried them on my back
i been ballin all along you can go check the stats
i tell it like it is like a sunday preacher
my glass is filled up and its all full of ether
stared death in the face im friends with the reaper
friendship with god and he seems like a keeper