I called Jesus and that nigga aint pick up by Soulja Quentin Lyrics

Woke up to empty cereal boxes and little hope
Lies stained into the carpets where pops walked
Nightmares floatin
Waiting for the sun to die down
Engulfed in flames
Tell me is alright to cry now

Fuck it
Another blunt to the noggin mentally joggin every single problem or trauma thought of
I guess yaw god couldn't solve em