Sunday Service (feat. Morgan Taylor)

A wise man once told me That God will give you the brush and let you paint your own story so what you gonna do? Woke up this morning sky was looking hella blue But my spirt felt troubled Felt loss without a clue The reverend still preaching but I'm seeking for the truth Speaking on tradition but I broke it cause the proof I be draining pain when I step into the booth I'm stepping to perfection with a weapon for these flukes I just told my mama imma get us all right And for that very reason I been rhyming all night It's borderline insanity The ending is in sight So until that final moment in that very last fight Imma be determined please tell them dim the lights And imma keep swinging cause my life's been a fight Don't entertain opinions you don't understand my plights I know God heard my mama she was praying many nights (Take em to church) Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus I'm focused on living cause people dying daily He was just right here, man this shit crazy Heard some wisdom from a old lady Said put my faith in unseen and that's God But that's like benching 400 pounds that shit is hard And I'm searching from within cause outside is a facade Look up in my eyes you see the pain Feel the scars Shit been trying break me Talking death talking bars But imma stay focused I ain't folding over a loss (I prevail) Yeah- that's the definition of a BOS What can you tell me? Up in them cells I projected my future sales could see it despite shit being hectic Heard my grandmama praying Know she praying for them blessings Now I'm praying for her memory Cause she just be forgetting They fighting for my spirit I don't see the finish line I know I'm near it Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus