Lord

Lord

It is you that gives me chances to love

But sometimes I feel there's no one above

The artistic, autistic, raw sentence flow...

Embedded by scripts and mixes from a chemical

I look at life and just know that it is wrong..

For me to sit here and just straight go along

Be strong..as your word teaches man to be like you

When it's freakin' trigonometry for 0s with that decimal

I get upset when I'm in stuck in that mood

Going to clinics and they finish what I'm thinkin' it's good

Lord, when am I gonna pay them back?

When am I gonna get me a track?

I got scratched up investing in mine

Now it's time to intertwine where it's fine

No penalty fines, no shortcuts in this life line

Just a minute...you're reading my mind...

Lord, highly exalted, most praised and feared

By mythology where every smart man grew a beard

I am so grounded by the word of Jah

The word of that RAH-RAH gets me so amped I overlook

A street demon

Schemin' when I can't build the wind

For them evil words to give them a send

There's no taking back, what I've done just to live

In a shack

There's no Luis Vuitton, it's no thing to be back

Why is my skin so wanted, now?

Why am I distracted distorted and everything that

Comes with this vowel?