No Use For Me

Jesus Christ is on a roll/
He controls the souls/ from the boroughs/
To the grassy knolls/
My past, he knows/ I flash my GOLD/
but I still get smashed/ like a plaster mold/
He's not impressed by the/cash I hold/
I pushed a nice whip/but then I crashed the 'Rolls/
I was dealt a nice hand/ but then I had to fold/
I spit irrational/
There's nothing left from the stash of the hash I sold.
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