For This Occasion

[Intro: Aretha Franklin] Arms have I Strong as the oak For this (this occasion) occasion (yes) [Verse 1] Is there a story that makes God cry? Can I bring weed to Heaven to get God high? They say the pineal gland is the God eye Or the third one (third one) Yours from the dictionary, Heaven is where my words from (My word) Or maybe Hell The gin in the crib can make your old lady crazy or your baby yell You can hear my soul through the speakers in your JBL (listen) That only take me a couple bars Before I lust a chick, I would lust a car Tryna beat time, a buck ninety'll up the odds Before I stuffed paper, I would stuff cigars Some smoke the pain away, some drink the pain away Me? I take it in and breathe it out on a rainy day Never a stingy nigga, willing to give the game away Ghost stay low, yeah, I'm willin' to give the fame away [Chorus: Aretha Franklin] Arms have I Strong as the oak For this occasion For this occasion [Verse 2] I go to sleep and travel, I know the beast can tempt me I know the snakes can rattle but knowings half the battle Headed up shit's creek, no one likes to paddle Live in a high rise, no one likes the gravel Fuck with the gangstas, no one likes to tattle Went into war but no one likes to battle Love loss is a blood loss God make clay but what's the price that the mud costs? Dirt got wet 'cause you sweat when you bust off Knew it was a sin but you knew it was a win Got close to the end but you knew it would begin Got away with it before so you doin' it again I would probably do the same Seen the dark, seen the light, so I'm callin' it a game See the clouds through the joint, so I'm callin' it a lane It's the picture without a cam, I'm callin' it a frame Ghost [Chorus: Aretha Franklin] Arms have I Strong as the oak For this occasion For this occasion [Verse 3] Is life even worth the stress? Used to wonder if I'm cursed or blessed? If I can't fly high, will it hurt the nest? If I don't clear my mind, will it hurt my chest? Is there a place on the Earth for my soul to rest? Will I make it through the gates to see the golden crest? Will I stay with the wise or where the soldiers rest? My testaments are dry but didn't know the test But I inhale the weed to get to know my breath [Chorus: Aretha Franklin] Arms have I Strong as the oak For this occasion For this occasion