1Yo, God, listen up to my prayer and don’t ghost me when I’m asking for help.

2Show up and hear me out: I’m lowkey bummed and making noise over here;

3It’s ‘cause of the enemy’s vibes and the wickedness that’s coming at me, throwing shade and hatin’ hard.

4My heart’s feeling heavy, fam; death’s got me shook.

5I’m straight-up scared and trembling, like horror is just taking over me.

6I wish I had wings like a dove so I could just dip and chill.

7For real, I’d vibe far away and just hang in the wilderness. Selah.

8I’d be outta here quick from this wild storm and chaos.

9God, just wreck them and mix up their words; I’ve seen way too much drama in the city.

10Day and night, they’re just lurking around the walls, bringing all this bad energy and sadness.

11Wickedness is all up in there: deceit and shady moves never leave the streets.

12It wasn’t just some random hater coming at me; I could’ve handled that. It was someone close, though, and that hit different.

13But it was you, my equal, my homie, and my ride-or-die.

14We used to vibe together and roll to God’s house as a squad.

15Let death snatch them up, and let them drop quick into the pit; wickedness is their home base.

16But me? I’m calling on God; He’s got my back.

17Evening, morning, and noon, I’ll pray and shout out loud; He’s gonna hear my voice.

18He saved my soul in peace from the battles coming at me; I had a whole crew with me.

19God’s gonna hear and handle them, the OG who’s been around forever. Selah. They don’t change, so they don’t fear God.

20He’s gone against those chilling with him; he broke his promises.

21His words were smoother than butter, but he had war in his heart; his words were soft like oil, but they were like hidden swords.

22Drop your worries on God, and He’ll hold you up; He won’t let the righteous fall.

23But you, God, will bring them down to the pit of destruction; bloody and deceitful peeps won’t even make it halfway through life; but I’m trusting in you.

1Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication.

2Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;

3Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.

4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

5Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.

6And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.

7Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. Selah.

8I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.

9Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongues: for I have seen violence and strife in the city.

10Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof: mischief also and sorrow are in the midst of it.

11Wickedness is in the midst thereof: deceit and guile depart not from her streets.

12For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it: neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him:

13But it was thou, a man mine equal, my guide, and mine acquaintance.

14We took sweet counsel together, and walked unto the house of God in company.

15Let death seize upon them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them.

16As for me, I will call upon God; and the Lord shall save me.

17Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.

18He hath delivered my soul in peace from the battle that was against me: for there were many with me.

19God shall hear, and afflict them, even he that abideth of old. Selah. Because they have no changes, therefore they fear not God.

20He hath put forth his hands against such as be at peace with him: he hath broken his covenant.

21The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.

22Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.

23But thou, O God, shalt bring them down into the pit of destruction: bloody and deceitful men shall not live out half their days; but I will trust in thee.