i am addicted to sex and allergic to love i flirt with death only to get a buzz i'll work up a sweat if i don't blow up! so, i line up next to bust a flow, cous but, i'm not a rapper, i'm a wrapper wrapped around my happiness i'm not a player or an actor i can feel my sadness d*** girl i feel like you saved me from a life of hell maybe thank god for this baby i might have gone crazy i guess i'll work up that sweat step up, and make that check but, my father's a reverend and gets respect i haven't been to church in a year no less as i walk in, they stare ladies with big hats as i testify tambourines ring and they alll clap "We've been waiting for you son." says Minister Winn it's like the door's been wide open and I walked right in My father sank in the pulpit and handed me a Bible a robe, some water and said, "This is Revival." This IS survival. I shouldn't feel ashamed my old friend said, "Who the hell is King James?" I said, "I've never met him but, he wrote a good book." "How did the Bible save you?" I said, "Take a good look." I'm G-O-D, I have beauty, strength and wisdom My eyes don't lie and I survived the cataclysm another friend said, "All praises due to Allah... If you died and met Muhammed would he know who you are?" I said, "What color was Muhammed?... and Who wrote the Quran?... Didn't Jesus send him to comfort and calm?" God and Allah must be related to the mother of ALL creation, most loved and hated regardless of matter, my mind is what counts and this is what The Most High is all about but, back to the church, my wife, and my child my life is like yours, taking place right now based on true events "Back to Life, Back to Reality"