Faces

Yo There's a path that seems right to me I'm my own man grown ain't no hype for me I wasn't always giving witness to Christ in me But I'm still bride live so dont hyphen me It's kinda tragic I see the black magic Done grabbed em Bunch of static the old road traveled is damaged But they lacking the road map back to the branches firm roots Given proof the truth is staying planted Living water is pouring knowledge beyond Atlantis But we cannot command it We gotta find the road There a future beyond the rugers and faded gold Fruit produced bringing juices that we could never know I done been down in the trenches feeling hella low I' done faced the down pours while umbrella broke So I will never fold Feet are on the narrow road It's only one way I know I gotta tell em so So many faces I've seen down that road, road, road Too many places That's just how it goes, goes, goes Yo 1 shot hit em 2 shots missed em 4th caught a body now its 40 years of prison 14 he did it that's a baby in the system He didn't have the wisdom But survived off intuition The enemy was prowling, and he caught a couple victims Listen I'm a put block up in that road The water boiling over take the pot up off the stove A moment full anger could endanger every hope Every dream every good thing God has in store If I'm my brothers keeper I'm keep him from the Fall Keep em out the yard get em centered on the lord I can see the fog and I'm tryna change ya course The light house is built to keep the ships off the walls So if I'm standing on this hill ; a beacon for the lost Screaming on these demons even when the mic is off There's Too many faces on the pavement to be calm Nah So many faces I've seen down that road, road, road Too many places That's just how it goes, goes, goes I see the faces of these children and i get provoked There a blessing but we treat em like they vegetables We dont want em on our plate They somebody else mistake Yo Wheres the village We say we love em to they face But they community is fake And they can feel it So now my foot is on the brake I'll do whatever it el take To take a couple off the path where the villain Tryna snatch they redemption My hands to the ceiling start to spaz on a mission Too many faces Too many cuffs Too much poverty Too many stuck Too many hearts being trampled in the muck We dancing in these clubs wit a gram in a blunt Too many faces on the Gram tryna front Going to the DR to give em what they want If you looking for the PR Then you can pull a stunt Butt... So many faces I've seen down that road, road, road Too many places That's just how it goes, goes, goes