Talk to God

I talk about money

I talk about rap music

I talk about gettin' high

But now, I'ma talk about God

Back in the time,

When I was lacking a dime My hopeless youth had me slowly get attracted to crime

Then sat an alliance,

To talk it out with practical minds

Felt a force within me,

Get all my talents combined,

Enacted a mime,

Enlightened I decided to rhyme,

Delighted and excited.

I'm planning to rap till I'm prime.

Started spilling ink on the paper

And planned to get signed.

But the world is biased,

So wild, they got me slapped with a fine

I never got a chance,
Never let me spit on the mic,

Only cuz I come from a land

Where people ain't white

Day and night I keep flowing, completing all my demo tracks,

Inspite being denied the right by

Anti-democrats

Unleash my rage through music intense

The cultural shock that got my whole community tensed

That's when I, close my eyes and talk to God

Peace in my head, I'm singing this song and it goes

Aathma Raama Aananda Ramana

Achyutha Keshava Hari Narayana

Aathma Raama Aananda Ramana

Achyutha Keshava Hari Narayana