Dear diary I'm havin' a little problem with my mind state
How many bullets would it take to change my mind? Wait
Sometimes I want to end it but I don't though
They tell me see my pastor but I don't go
'Cause they all be on this one street
So I take it on myself to thank him one deep
And give my money to the most needy, uh
And never put it in the hands of the most greedy
'Cause their puttin' a price tag on a man's word
And it's a fashion show, so the men flirt
The world is endin' so they try to make us switch fast
And they openin' up these churches for some quick cash
And usin' the money for they new cribs
While Brother Johnson just got kicked out where he lived
I follow no man, 'cause man be phoney
