The Genesis

Grew up in Chicago
It was dirty bathtubs
Man I grew up in Chicago
They was shooting with them slugs
Kept my butt in school
Hit them Grades first
Singing solos
Nana kept me up in church
Pressure from the world
Fight the demons that's inside of me
Riding in the ambulance
Thanks to my anxiety
I was really losing it
I was spazzing out
Praying to the Lord
Please help me with my doubt
Battles on the daily
With them soldiers in my head
Battles on the daily
And I Almost wet the bed
Yea almost for them dreams in my head
Said almost
Something touching on my leg
Said almost
Man I couldn't even sleep
Said almost
Grandma husband was a creep

Praying to the Lord
Please keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
Hoping I don't break
Praying to the Lord
Please Keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
For my soul I hope he take it
Praying to the Lord
Please keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
Please God I hope I make it

Finna miss the bus
Now I'm racing out the door
Running late for school
Now I gotta really float
Don't be breaking rules
But I'm on a landslide
Start wearing all black
Fight them tears in my eyes
They didn't see the pain
They didn't see the rage
They didn't see the blades
Bird in a cage
Cutting deep
But I flip the page
Understand the pressure
Understand the phase
I don't wanna fade
I don't wanna stray
Stepping to the left
Keep me out them graves
Keep me out the dirt
Keep me out my hurt
But I know my worth
Do I know my worth
Do I know my soul
Am I really chosen
Do I know the truth
Do I really know it
Man I almost let it go
Almost lost my hope
Biting fruit that don't belong to me
Cleaning up my doctrine
Man I'm Viewing my theology
I was really blind
But it's getting clear to me
I was really blind
But I always knew I see

Praying to the Lord
Please keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
Hoping I don't break
Praying to the Lord
Please Keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
For my soul I hope he take it
Praying to the Lord
Please keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
Please God I hope I make it
Praying to the Lord
Please keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
Please God I hope I make it

Swinging back again
Cause I know it's round three
Swinging left and right
Like Muhammad Ali
Thy rod and thy staff
I know they comfort me
Sing about yo goodness
Cause I know it follows me
Follow me up
Follow me down
Follow me around
Making sounds
Shouting real loud
Shouting real proud
It's a glory sound
Let them trumpets sound
Marching with no crowd
I won't turn my plow
And then walls
They gone tumble down
Killing my desires
Trapping on the beat
Killing my desires
Cause the flesh was made weak
Killing my desires
For the cross, my holy trinity
I was born a fighter
It's the Warrior in me
Playing jump rope with my faith
I took a leap
Praying for my soul
Now I lay me down to sleep

Praying to the Lord
Please keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
Hoping I don't break
Praying to the Lord
Please Keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
For my soul I hope he take it
Praying to the Lord
Please keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
Please God I hope I make it
Praying to the Lord
Please keep me out them streets
Praying to the Lord
Please God I hope I make it