BURNIN BURDENS

Burdens on me They heavy weight deadlifts Can someone come spot me God is proof that justified dead will live So i know that he got me But my legs shaking My head aching Arms quaking These burdens atop me Been alone so long so I say don't rob me It's my struggle my tussle until I learn pride got me With all my being With all of my heart But I Gotta give it to you I got to bless you Precious Lord give me peace Remove em from me Remove my burning burdens from me I concede cause now I can see, Aye Gotta make sure that mom good Whole time she stressing on if I'm good While I'm stressing on if I'm really good If I'm not the same boy from upstate Back in my hood Well I went back months ago and figure that I ain't move in a state of love Almost thought I hated love Learned that it was lust cause hating God ain't What it was But then my heart would hurt needed Penance like two turtle doves Instead of the hand stretched from way above Man I got some coils on my shoulders More like burning black coiled boulders on my Shoulders Burning at the third degree since a brother been got older The pressure stay on me and it's hot although I'm colder I'm feeling bipolar Feeling burnt out Man I raised hell when in the world I was turnt Out See how it turned out God was in the corner with his hands out like My turn now Cause even those hot coils he can burn down With all my being With all of my heart But I Gotta give it to you I got to bless you Precious Lord give me peace Remove em from me Remove my burning burdens from me I concede cause now I can see, Aye Now with all my being Said with all my heart You been good from start I know Said with all these demons Tryna find they part You been good from the start I know Said with all these kings Tryna split us apart You been good from the start I know And man with all these things That aim to hit our hearts with darts You been good from the start I know I drop the question with a answer Like do not call me good said no one good but God cause he the planner The one who hold the world and space in its Manner The one who give his people bread from Heaven give em manna And you would think the way that he loved Would give us manners But we turn on him despite his love being Written on the banner on of our hearts The air you breathe The food you eat The boo You keep The things you reap Context for the answer With all my being With all of my heart But I Gotta give it to you I got to bless you Precious Lord give me peace Remove em from me Remove my burning burdens from me I concede cause now I can see, Aye