God Doesn't Exist

Do you really like it

Is it, is it wicked

Like a witch caught up in a tree

Just ‘cause you wanna be me

Don’t judge my life when your own Facebook statuses

Don’t depict a good picture

One minute you're up

Then you’re all down and splintered

Like a broken wooden fixture

Fell from the wall

All smashed to pieces

And the thing with glass is

It cuts and blisters

No point putting the pieces together

Rather just chuck it in the recycling bin

And I’m good, I’m blessed

Alhamdulillah

Don’t need no people

Just me and Allah

Don’t try and tell me my God doesn’t exist

While you sit there in a Sheesha bar all boozed up and pissed

Loick Essien needs to take a lesson from me

'Cause ‘Me Without You’ ain’t how things will always be

You lose a person

It’s like you lost a foot and a shoe

You’re broken into pieces

And your heart ain’t in two

It’s in millions all inside the chest of what you lost

But it comes back to you

Well it gots to really

There are so many routes I could choose

But my destiny will kind of come when it’s meant to

No point in sitting an’ fretting

An’ getting all menstrual

My cuzzys gettin’ hitched in a couple of months

People hooking up wherever you go

Ah but wasteman Joe is always a ho

Curly hair, straight hair, wavy hair

I got it all

Right here on the top of my head

I guess we would never have worked

‘Cause you got oh-so-much more hair than me

Peace out

Although I know I ain’t gonna sleep

Living without a phone

There’s gonna be no beeps

That makes me sad but not for long

‘Cause this is me singing MY song

Judge me, abuse me, accuse me, insult me

But I got something you ain’t got

And my slightly bruised heart is almost smiling happily.