no church in the wild

human beings in a mob

what's a mob to a king?

what's a king to a god?

what's a god to a non-believer?

who don't believe in anything?

we make it out alive

all right

all right

no church in the wild

tears on the mausoleum floor

blood stains the coliseum doors

lies on the lips of a priest

thanksgiving disguised as a feast

rollin' in the rolls-royce corniche

only the doctors got this

i'm hidin' from police

cocaine seats

all white like i got the whole thing bleached

drug dealer chic

i'm wonderin' if a thug's prayers reach

is pious pious cause god loves pious?

socrates asks

whose bias do y'all seek?"