Sunday Service - Radio Edit

A wise man once told me
That God will give you the brush
And let you paint your own story
So what you gonna do?
Woke up this morning sky was looking hella blue
But my spirt felt troubled
Felt loss without a clue
The reverend still preaching but I'm seeking for the truth
Speaking on tradition but I broke it cause the proof
I be draining pain when I step into the booth
I'm stepping to perfection with a weapon for these flukes
I just told my mama imma get us all right
And for that very reason I been rhyming all night
It's borderline insanity
The ending is in sight
So until that final moment in that very last fight
Imma be determined please tell them dim the lights
And imma keep swinging cause my life's been a fight
Don't entertain opinions you don't understand my plights
I know God heard my mama she was praying many nights
(Take em to church)

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

I'm focused on living cause people dying daily
He was just right here, man this st crazy
Heard some wisdom from a old lady
Said put my faith in unseen and that's God
But that's like benching 400 pounds that st is hard
And I'm searching from within cause outside is a facade
Look up in my eyes you see the pain
Feel the scars
St been trying break me
Talking death talking bars
But imma stay focused
I ain't folding over a loss (I prevail)
Yeah- that's the definition of a BOS
What can you tell me?
Up in them cells,
I projected my future sales could see it despite shit being hectic
Heard my grandmama praying
Know she praying for them blessings
Now I'm praying for her memory
Cause she just be forgetting
They fighting for my spirit
I don't see the finish line
I know I'm near it

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus



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Writer(s): Deron Hollins
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