Fé Al Cielo

I write down every damn thing that happens to me
I said I became a thug when I left home
I said I live in a tiny studio, four by three
And I struggle to pay the rent every month
I said I sleep on a mattress, just lying on the floor
I eat little, but I savor every bite more
I said I have friends who sabotage me
I hang with those people 'cause they’re the ones around me
I said I want to go back to school
But I don’t have the cash to pay for it, that’s the rule
It doesn’t matter where you sing if the place is packed
They’ll screw you over and won’t pay you back, no
I said I dream of earning respect
From the people I want, being a full-time rapper, that’s my quest
I don’t believe it, the bad things don’t go away
I tell God about them, but He doesn’t hear what I say

That’s why I don’t have faith in heaven
Waiting for paradise, my coffee’s getting cold
But I feel like I earned it, I worked for it
'Cause I get everything on my own
And that’s why
That’s why I don’t have faith in heaven
Waiting for paradise, my coffee’s getting cold
But I feel like I earned it, I worked for it
'Cause I get everything on my own

I’m a disciple of doing whatever I want
Whatever comes to mind, every phrase all week long
I move in circles, always back to the same spot
I live life like a rich person wouldn’t have thought
I have a conflict with people 'cause of my habits
'Cause from one conversation comes a tragic end, that’s a fact
I don’t rap with the intention to change a thing
I feel a great love for the hustle, you know what I mean
That the church doesn’t give and doesn’t ask for a dime
Send me the sickness, I pray when I’m feeling grime
It’s not that I have a problem with Jesus
He must be really tired from carrying the cross, that’s the thesis
I’m Catholic, I don’t deny my faith
But I don’t ask the saints 'cause I’m a bit of a wraith
And if the bus to hell wants me as a fare
I hope the driver has the twenty bucks to spare

That’s why I don’t have faith in heaven
Waiting for paradise, my coffee’s getting cold
But I feel like I earned it, I worked for it
'Cause I get everything on my own
And that’s why
That’s why I don’t have faith in heaven
Waiting for paradise, my coffee’s getting cold
But I feel like I earned it, I worked for it
'Cause I get everything on my own