Without Believing

Home at last right where I belong
So strong
No worries nothing but sweet music
Lovely songs
My source my strength endless
All day and all night long
While I’m in Brooklyn
I can’t go wrong
My walk my talk to the streets is the bond
That keeps the connected protected
You don’t feel me
If you don’t understand
And it’s not your fault
It’s just that you are not from
Where I am from
Rather dealing with the Man from NY
But not from Brooklyn
Two different places
And we all don’t know each other
Or about each other
So stop asking
Because if one had you
Where that one is now not with you
Bet your negative bank account
He will not talk to anyone else about you
Probably met you in the club
While you where out not in touch
With God’s mission
Please listen
What I speak of is just the reason
I will never stop breathing
When it comes to a woman
Defending and pretending
Constantly needing

Without Believing