Try so Hard

We try so hard to be what we can't be
Happily ever afters ain't everlasting
Follow the laws, know you gotta shoot your shot
But don't get caught in your walk
Right way, but wrong spot

We try so hard to be what we can't be
Happily ever afters ain't everlasting
Follow the laws, know you gotta shoot your shot
But don't get caught in your walk
Right way, wrong spot

Stomping on these tracks like the train when it passed
The mask and memory are in mass, most of y'all distract yourself
Your wealth, how you compare instead of fail
Keep a gold circle so if I don't know you can't
Sit at the table and we'll tablets bar prevail
Only seek the truth to lift the veil
The Holy Spirit has a name, so why y'all make the name in vain
My veins are popping on my head spinning like I got no breath

But it's a test, it's my best, it's my destiny
My destination could be in this gift that you sent to me
I'm, I'm a waste and oh no can I change it into the best of me?
Let those shackles free, I'm led to believe that huh
Just a memory of heaven seemed to be loosened
And it left me a message to my being
Every breath you breathe, (don't hate yours)
Be grateful for every breath you breathe

We try so hard to be what we can't be
Happily ever afters ain't everlasting
Follow the laws, know you gotta shoot your shot
But don't get caught in your walk
Right way, wrong spot

We try so hard to be what we can't be
Happily ever afters ain't everlasting
Follow the laws, know you gotta shoot your shot
But don't get caught in your walk
Right way, wrong spot

He could be righteous instead of inciting
Human sight is likely trying to say the most high
Is prescribing the perspective missed through writing
Reading comprehension, did I forget to mention
The corrupted thoughts of hell in heaven
Or the lessons that began in mother death and life we blessed with
It's like nowadays nothing stays to inherit

Intrinsic value is labeled and made to be sold off like some cattle
Holy war, spiritual battle, the horns will sound
And the drum calls will rattle, people still worry
'Bout how much paper they got to count
So they never count the amount of soul that they sow
Until it's fuego, regret is a ditch we dig, hope you take road