I got 99 problems and they all bitches Wish I was Faustus, carefree livin' But I'm not Ambrose or Theodosius I'm that Thagaste nigga rollin' with them Roman boys You knowin' how it be when you start living large I control my own life, Christ was never in charge No theatre could teach Aurelius about the dram' Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind Got me most of what I wanted, how'd you do it, Mom, huh? She copped the toys I would play with, with the other boys "Why he not studying?" He got a couple other brothers; some hood, some good An independent younger brother kept me fly when she could But they all didn't see The little bit of sadness in me Aurely I've got some issues that only God can see And all of these emotions are pouring out of me I bring them to the light for you, Lord, it's only right This is the rhetoric to my life, the rhetoric to my life I'm super paranoid, like a sixth sense Since my father died, I ain't been right since And I tried to piece the puzzle of the universe Talk to eight astrologers just so I could feel the universe I try and think about You as a sacrifice Just to show the kids I teach they ain't the only ones who up at night The moon will illuminate my room And soon, I'm consumed by my doom Once upon a time, nobody gave a fuck It's all said and done and my cock's been sucked So now I'm in the cult, some alcohol in the wound My heart's an open sore that I hope heals soon I always have to fawn now that I'm in Milan Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon So it's more than right, so please try and shed some light on a man Not many people of this planet understand, God
