[Hook - Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright, no church in the wild

[Verse 1 - Black Smith]
Picture, if you will, an idyllic existence
Suddenly transformed to violent resistance
Revolutionized by tribal descendants
But, dissonant stains persist throughout the present
Communication subbed by spiritless religion
True love swapped for heartless legislation
I've looked toward the heavens for peace and understanding
But at the edge of the precipice, patience is non-existent
As I journey to and fro, on and off this college campus
I search for some meaning amidst the non-acceptance
A cure for the pain, couple pills for the shame
A dollop of some dollars and a dash of Asian dames
How else am I to deal with this pressure every day
And the fact college and reality are not one and the same?
I swear, the beats and breaks are the only way I've stayed sane
In the wake of my mom not even able to use a cane

[Hook - Frank Ocean]

[Verse 2 - QUAY]
Holy water splashed on my face
The priest says you are saved
From the devil. Rise to our level
Then why is it I still feel heat upon my neck, though?
Stand in Hell's kitchen,
Lookin' for a pot to piss in
I lost my mind
Or is that the design?
Hand demon grime
Or is that just a crime?
God, I promise I'm yours for the taking
Soul's not forsaken; viewin' Revelations
In the making...
Then how can I break then?
Prayers sent to stay alive
This ain't life: this is church to survive!

[Hook - Frank Ocean]

[Bridge - The-Dream]
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption

[Verse 3 - QUAY]
Escaped from hell, now I'm on my way to Heaven
I'll be there by seven
I need to purify; that's one cold shower
To get off essential fire--- that could take some hours
Coke white suit
Put some bakin' soda in it too
Like the cleanest, ridin' dirty
To the pearl gates, doin' a buck-thirty
5-0-1, to catch a future too
Flashin' red in your blues
Let's play a game with the rebel
See who's the realest dead devil
I live for this rush
As I push upon the clutch
Ten rays of light
Hit my car, make me take flight
Cops standin' amazed
Cars turns ablaze
One last praise:
Tell me, God, am I saved?!
(I wonder...)

[Verse 4 - Black Smith]
"Is hip-hop a euphemism for a new religion?"
That's what Yeezy asked me once, with CuDi nearby sniffin'
A rage has overcome the youth, dawn of a new rebellion
Against old ways of thinking and outdated tradition
'Cause all those hollow practices no longer leave impressions
When jail is all that's left for us when class is not in session
Our minds were never freed; emancipation never happened
So I fueled my sorrow into bars, came a new a convert to rappin'
Student of the New Age bards without the pointless trappings
But the end result of generations o' gats and desperate trappin'
And since I'm more literate than the niggas that birthed it
Tell these bastards that the Bard 'bout to be food for the vultures!

[Outro - Frank Ocean]
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright, no church in the wild
Ayyyyyyyy!
No church in the wild
Ayyyyyyyy!