I nearly rewrote this verse 100 times,
In my timeline, I’ve been struggling to get out these lines,
Watching from the sidelines, just sit and observe,
Why would God put these people on earth,
Because it’s only getting worse…

Writing stories of rejection and depression,
It’s an infection that I can’t fight off, it spreads inside me like a parasite,
You’re never good enough, you need to fight to be better,
This for your family, your enemies, the world entity,

Whether I want it or not, this is our culture,
Forcing your lives and aspirations down each other’s throats,
Only two jobs, doctor and lawyer,
It's either that or the door,
It's your choice to be poor,

Exploit their feelings to be rich,
That’s the politics, a pile of lies,
I often analyze, the misuse of power,

Why not improve it yourself?
I’m not strong enough or smart enough to make it without breaking my health,
You see it's bad enough those people in there,
But it'd be worse for me to be elected and stare

And pretend that I know everything I speak on and everything ‘bout life,
That I know how to fix all of the problems in society,
Rejected me, unable to fight off the hate like leprosy,
I'd probably get removed as fast as Christ had seen deception from Judas,

They see straight through us, like telepathy,
I see their lies, but I don’t despise them, I’m only disappointed
They’re jealous of the people around them, reappointed to serve,
Or to desert their own people and lead them into the ground…

These are our trials, you cannot tell me this is easy,
It’s far from that, through school, relationships and poverty,
Sometimes all of them all occur at the same time,
And it’s not something I can so easily say within a rhyme.

I’m gonna be transparent, I’m not looking for praise,
I don’t need a million streams to make me happy all day,
I just pray that you make it alive in some way,
And I'll pray until the end of my days…

This is my form of reflection, a spiritual confession,
I admit that I don’t know it all, that’s why I’m asking questions,
Is there a heaven, an opportunity to be saved,
Is there a reason we still call Him by name

All I hear about is death, heaven, hell and paying taxes,
So worried about others, barely concerned about yourself,
Every axis I check, people are dying, no matter how much I care,
It's a tragedy, I hide the way that I felt, I just kept praying

No use trying to help people that don't wanna be saved,
Shout out Cole, he's the one that taught that to me one day…
But I'll still keep trying…

Everybody goes through trials, no matter who you are
And we can't spin back the dial, lost granddaddy at 99
If there's a God, then why did people go through slavery,
Sometimes it feels like I've been left out to dry…
Why do people have to die…
Why do people have to cry,
Why do people have to lie,
These are my trials and I'm living through it, sing it with me…

I’m holding back my tears,
I want you by my side,
You left me here, solo…
And I’m left asking why?

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But I pray that you grow big and grow successful
I pray that don't sell your soul to the devil,
I pray that you result up on higher levels,
I pray that you're healthy and strong,
I pray that your mental is not diseased,
I pray that you don't have to get on your knees,
No shade, no drama, it's a dangerous game,
And I pray that you make it alive in some way,
Until the end of my days.