It’s hard to talk to god when you feel like snoopy with his shades on 

Or snoop dog smokin’ in public with all twenty, thirty chains on

It’s like you’re at harvard with a bunch of underacheivers 

And she keeps saying you’re the best so you start to believe her 

You still know god’s number one but perhaps you’re a close second 

But his word works against you, and the devil starts to beckon 

He lets you continue your life of great riches and fame 

And it’s ok to listen because god’s the one to blame 

He made you in his image but won’t let you live up to it

He wants to use you for his plan like strings and you’re a puppet

So you feel yourself starting to drift further and further away 

And you don’t want to stop yourself because this games too fun to play

Thats how your chains can get tangled in the clouds 

And your shades get all fogged up, your vision enshroud