Forgive me for my tears I’m just trying to climb up the teirs been unknown too
many years my biggest fear you never know my name often times that being
granted since I take for granted
Big or small only time I call the lord my back against the wall figuratively in reality I’m on the downfall off a cliff 1,000 ft deep my outlook looking rather
bleak if my prayer fail get the obituary im bout to be deceased I’m too frail
No man perfect certainly not me sometimes I envy which I hope won’t be the end
of me Good intentions bad decisions better than the opposite how those Nazis not see
Sight with no vision gas with no transmission I love ambition but sometimes it be so sadistic need a immediate intermission seems we just missed it sad when
progress goes into remission not mine I can’t let myself become a statistic
See with my real eyes
Real live
Revive a tradition and make it with this music writing songs for those that can
use it Not those that abuse it or confuse my message with simple minded confessions
never understanding the lesson my conscious conscience won’t even let me go to
sleep in peace when this world lies in pieces
And I’m apart of the problem if I’m silent I try to be a hero but my actions
are to violent
Worthless unworthy of your mercy
I anit sold my soul yet but its on the verge of being purchased u see this is a urgent emergency
This merchant keeps urging me saying most of the people never heard a verb of me much less words of me Its seems everything I write is a waste of time I mean modestly who really sits
down and listens to my amazing line honestly
I hear their cry for help but it seems my words to them are deaf forced to watch them heading to their death the ultimate theft I pick up the pieces
removes the creases and keep flowing all to try and change a kids life or motivate em the way Cole did for me Two roads diverge into those woods I’m
taking the one less traveled by to escape these bonds and chains is my alibi
don’t got a lot of fans yet but I got a lot of plans making my father and
mother proud while the crowd goes wild what a dream I know my future lies with
dreamville first I gotta make it outta Grenville get my words to Cole or Omen
show that this dream real that boy Mebane tough he came from the rain after
1641 and tales from the sinner drop things won’t be the same and lord I just
ask you to bless me to help me remain the same the rest of the way and forgive
me for all the things I say and do when I really shouldn’t and hopefully this
is your plan too
Lord willin