I used to sing songs about Jesus How I was a hard-core believer Until I dealt with my traumas Yes some of them I got from my teachings I’m still fond of my humble believing I ask a question from my teachers But then I realize that even they had been Deceived or maybe left outside to bloom Just picked a side of the fence To rightly divide their roots Who knows what we supposed to do Who knows Who knows what we supposed to do Who knows Too old to play the fool To real I seek the truth They steal what they consume Without no room to pay their dues Then they kill and leave the ruins Blood in your hands Use consume You working a job It took 2 years to buy The device that you use It’s cracked Now it’s buy one for two They get paid from you Get it for Pennies Then take a life or two Who knows what we supposed to do Who knows Who knows what we supposed to do Who knows When I asked questions Just repeated answers Circles around the truth Because ultimately We don’t know we Think we do The disappointment When you’re anointed be coming through God still touching my hands Cause it’s higher than me and you I keep pushing like I’m Lupe This the stuff that I Only use to see in cartoons Who knows what we supposed to do Who knows Who knows what we supposed to do Who knows They told me it would be a task to pull through But I’m lost like vegans That only consume french fries and tofu What am I supposed to believe Deities I called them too And they come on through It’s power in the way I do what I do If it’s too religious I won’t pursue Made me feel like we playing madden 92 Fluid with the truth that I hold to Who knows what we supposed to do Who knows Who knows what we supposed to do Who knows