Now jesus is a man, but my god is really a goddess
She's not the hottest, and accually shes quite modest
Now i never seen her in real life, with my own two eyes
But i been told stories by people, that i know dont lie
Why cry, when theres nothin in life that is worth the sorrow
Think of tomorrow, spend your time wisely, it cant be borrowed
While the land is harrowed, your mind becomes paved with stone
She shows the way to different walks of life, so i'm never home alone
She shows you the way, to get from day to day
To stray away from the cliche, and never asks you to pray
My life was in dismay, untill she helped turn it around
Got me to think deeper thoughts, rather than just follow the sound
Put my ear to the ground, got away from mainstream
Now im travelin through the tube, tryin to reach the pipe dream
And it might seem, that all my thoughts come radical
But they all make sense to me, even if they sound sporadical
Nomadical, is the way i roam around
From town to town, listenin to sound to sound
Pound for pound, im not a heavy weight at all
But im satisfied with that, bigger they are the harder they fall