Mom's steady sick and it's right to the point where I need her
To be coherent cause Aaron's about to be blaring through speakers
But it won't reach her when research feed her meds to get weaker
How can the devil play her world when it's so beneath her
Give and ye shall receive and yet she's the receiver
Of seizures and fevers that's why I stay Ebenezer
That's why you hear sorrowful messages through your tweeters
Feeling my pain at my show in the front row and the bleachers
God seek her please so she breathes deeper
Not a preacher free be disease either
On my knees for weeks hurry retrieve herReally need your deed to make me a believer

Evangelists making a living on the videos of ribs of the little kids

we born not knowing, are we born knowing all?
We growing wiser, are we just growing tall?

 Who wrote the Bible? Who wrote the Qur'an?

Man physically wrote both. Now, the question is, was it divine inspiration or a combination of religious proselytizing of the time and paranoia that created these ideas.
Nas is questioning our belief in something we cannot explain or verify, none of us were there when “holy” books were written so all we have is hearsay passed down through ages. Just because he said Quran or Bible doesn’t mean he is endorsing either. We want to believe that God gave us these books, but the Quran and Bible have both been changed, and if not changed literally (as in via transcription), they certainly have meanings twisted to peoples desires. I pray they are only used for positive elevation. Peace.

My momma, my momma, my momma is so tormentedShe been through trauma, more dramaThe dawn is gone, it's more tintedOn this side it get's out of itHow does a prophet who loved God as his father's slippin' to get the bottomless out of it?How come an angel gotta be sick in the pancreas like she an athiestMaybe it's the faith that is makin' this lady as crazy and has made me this skepticNext threat is Lupis on top of Epiliptic, Never restedPsychiatrist forever tested, Reverend blessed itBrethren, Heaven, Tech is beggin' for effin' X-MasHopin' momma ain't left an exitIt better get better quick, how you let her get sick with bread investedIn the church every sundayI've been searchin' for one wayOr another, you're gonna have to curse me or burst me with a sunrayTo let me know that you're coming or en routeI'm 'bout ninety-nine, but I need a hundred percent proof

Why Are We Alive?

 

We go to work, we eat, are entertained or entertain others with movies, music, tv, drama and comedy, we party with friends, couple, have sex, yet behind all our activities lurks the question, why do we exist? What is it all about? Why should there be life rather than not? And why us—why are we the ones who should be alive?
I think it is fair to say that this is the ultimate religious question. All of our major religions have a “story” whose purport is to answer it.