Pharaohs and Pyramids

My blood straight from the earth; so I scream louder, All my life I been a victim to white powder. Never ingesting but sometimes I question; am I running from the devil or moving fast from the reverend, When I sit back in a session, I blow a L for the Essence; I wonder if my stresses out weigh God blessings. Tell me lord is it blasphemy to ask what is you have for me or Should I keep running like athletes until you capture me. If it's your will let it be done I see now its gone be a long run, but let me tell you what these fools have done. They transcribe your word got us lost and absurd, put dope in my hood to serve; Got bodies bodies slump on curb. I'm guilty too I guess but for different reasons ether way it go for my people it's killing season.