That Grace
Been going through it
When are things going to change
Had to recollect my thoughts
Wrote this track for the saints
Pen for the puzzle
Write it down and rearrange
When I rose up out the rubble
Knew I'd never be same
Everything can move with a
Twinkle in the eye
Yeah you're getting older
And the wrinkles come in time
Don't reflect on your appearance
You should strengthen up your mind
And eternity dependent on
How you live your life
Admittedly I did a lot things
I won't admit
Blame it on myself
How I grew up as a kid
I recluse to my room
I ain't really want to live
Bass fill the room
Feel alive from the kick
Write them lyrics
And they hit so sick
Stayed away from the dope
No prick, tetanus
Had no faith
But its on my list
Dream while awake
Like no eyelids
Had a lot of days
The defeat in my face
Up in the Lord
Where I keep my strength
Won't slow down
Got to keep that pace
But I keep screwing up
So I need that grace
Everybody want to come along
For the ride, but they're
Nowhere to be found
When you need them
For the climb
Nowhere to be found
When you need them
For the climb, only just a few
So my circle sealed tight
I don't know who to trust
So I leave it up above
They've been trying to imitate
But the image wasn't us
Put a cap on my thoughts
There's a limit to destruct
Don't forget who we are
We're the new ones coming up
Everybody want that crumb
Like a cake, but they never
Brought the tools
To divide it up straight
So I split it down the middle
With the beat man Jay
Timing up the riddles
Like I greased my chain
You don't got the throttle like
This east-side saint
Pressing on the pedal
And release that brake
Burning up the rubber
Disappearing in the smoke
Reaping benefits with the
Seeds that I've sown
Came a long way
You can see that I've grown
And The Devil always lying
You believe in that tone
But the King coming back
To revoke that throne
Now I'm on the battlefield
Like a combat zone
Had a lot of days
The defeat in my face
Up in the Lord
Where I keep my strength
Won't slow down
Got to keep that pace
But I keep screwing up
So I need that grace
Everybody want to come along
For the ride, but they're
Nowhere to be found
When you need them
For the climb
Nowhere to be found
When you need them
For the climb, only just a few
So my circle sealed tight
Nowhere to be found
So my circle sealed tight, yeah
They nowhere to be found
So my circle sealed tight yeah
And the Devil always lying
You believe in that tone
But the king's coming back
To revoke that throne
When are things going to change
Had to recollect my thoughts
Wrote this track for the saints
Pen for the puzzle
Write it down and rearrange
When I rose up out the rubble
Knew I'd never be same
Everything can move with a
Twinkle in the eye
Yeah you're getting older
And the wrinkles come in time
Don't reflect on your appearance
You should strengthen up your mind
And eternity dependent on
How you live your life
Admittedly I did a lot things
I won't admit
Blame it on myself
How I grew up as a kid
I recluse to my room
I ain't really want to live
Bass fill the room
Feel alive from the kick
Write them lyrics
And they hit so sick
Stayed away from the dope
No prick, tetanus
Had no faith
But its on my list
Dream while awake
Like no eyelids
Had a lot of days
The defeat in my face
Up in the Lord
Where I keep my strength
Won't slow down
Got to keep that pace
But I keep screwing up
So I need that grace
Everybody want to come along
For the ride, but they're
Nowhere to be found
When you need them
For the climb
Nowhere to be found
When you need them
For the climb, only just a few
So my circle sealed tight
I don't know who to trust
So I leave it up above
They've been trying to imitate
But the image wasn't us
Put a cap on my thoughts
There's a limit to destruct
Don't forget who we are
We're the new ones coming up
Everybody want that crumb
Like a cake, but they never
Brought the tools
To divide it up straight
So I split it down the middle
With the beat man Jay
Timing up the riddles
Like I greased my chain
You don't got the throttle like
This east-side saint
Pressing on the pedal
And release that brake
Burning up the rubber
Disappearing in the smoke
Reaping benefits with the
Seeds that I've sown
Came a long way
You can see that I've grown
And The Devil always lying
You believe in that tone
But the King coming back
To revoke that throne
Now I'm on the battlefield
Like a combat zone
Had a lot of days
The defeat in my face
Up in the Lord
Where I keep my strength
Won't slow down
Got to keep that pace
But I keep screwing up
So I need that grace
Everybody want to come along
For the ride, but they're
Nowhere to be found
When you need them
For the climb
Nowhere to be found
When you need them
For the climb, only just a few
So my circle sealed tight
Nowhere to be found
So my circle sealed tight, yeah
They nowhere to be found
So my circle sealed tight yeah
And the Devil always lying
You believe in that tone
But the king's coming back
To revoke that throne
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Metzger
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