Hold Pain

I'm trying to fill my voids with the wrong things I ain't never been the type to hold pain Ok I kept my head up I got to endure this pain Holes in my pocket I can't hold my change See I was on my way to hell then the road changed I used to conversate with you now it don't feel the same And I'm knowing it's my fault I'm the blame How I adjust the picture just to fit the frame Vision blurry I'm going to wait until it gets clearer And the sky cloudy I'm going to wait until it gets clearer At a crossroads but I'm standing in the middle Through the glass, I just see my past in the mirror And I remember just about everything when I was little Coming home from school and I would rap on instrumentals And god talking to me while I’m laying on my pillow Drives from Indiana I was starring out that window And god I pray you teach me how to trust you Never leave me and teach me all of your virtues Same way my mama taught me to tie my shoes Same way you gone teach me to have faith in you And god don't never let me think you not important And using wisdom don't equate to being boring And god the grass look greener on the other side Let me see what you see on the other side Last time I crashed the car ima let you drive Cause I should of been dead on two eighty-five I'm that same younging that stayed on pony drive That sting like a bee and float just like a butterfly Every time I get that check ima pay my tithes I don't know what else to do but hold that pain inside When everybody counted me out I just added god And I'm living how I'm preaching this ain't no facade I'm a whole different type of dude oh way Check my resume I'm in school oh way I ain't into all that looking cool oh way Roman's chapter eight verse's two oh way It's my twenty-first ain't get no happy birthdays God told me he'll never leave nor forsake I be feeling like God made a mistake I can barely eat all this food on my plate I'm trying to fill my voids with the wrong things I ain't never been the type to hold pain Ok I kept my head up I gotta endure this pain Holes in my pocket I can't hold my change See I was on my way to hell then the road changed I used to conversate with you now it don't feel the same And I'm knowing it's my fault I'm the blame How I adjust the picture just to fit the frame