man im going through so much pain my steps hurt
i dont ball i dont net worth
you got pride and youre ahead then neck curse, then you have no treasure and youre lesser
i got a better measure
if youre bad help the sick on the stretcher
He'll help you ail the ill with knowledge like a professor
whats really real make you feel like the dope on the dresser
make you feel like man of steel and hope releases the pressure

He lifted me up Rudy i was a small man
who can outdo me Hes with me they all cant
Goliath cant move me hes a tall plant
im motivated by more than a wall chant
faith paul just moved better than sauls plans
David had no plans but soon would all-command
He lifted me up Rudy i was a small man
who can outdo me Hes with me they all cant

maybe i should just put the pen down
a commonality-pretend im dead now
yours truly we help the needy
they see thee and we best believe He
your dope seedy i go no treaty
i move no seating beseech me
my words throw you back, a cd
so premy they see me dont see me no creepy
majority leachy
i know He dont need me
so i go hard, with Him its way easy
they fall without knowing with Him no defeat me

this life no laughing matter
mortality disaster
no rewind after
so im gonna proclaim the Gospel every move possible
no soft go
im a dog nothing
believe me
Lord still opened my eyes retrieved and received me

yeah i feel the pain
tell me about it
when theyre not looking you can let me up out it
man i feel like im in a matrix
used to being doubted and hated
only give it away if i ever made it
valuable trait is patience so be patient
i do work for Him and only way im elated
the Truth is known not waiting for a weigh-in

trying to move with every perfect move
polished not crude trudge through mud with my low shoes
people say not bad and turned around say-its not happening
and as long as youre not sad theyre not happy
inhale your rhapsody as it turns it entails id rather be
you know what they say-you have to wake to make the dream work
and once youre in it the nightmare-the dream hurts
our hearts He changed. off our backs-free shirt
peace from berserk and like clock-work
today-knives in backs do not hurt boxer
walls up accessory like watch, purse copped curse
people constantly running so their walks hurt botched nerve

He does it
I’m not a good Mather
Snakes come in shapes a hood adder
They’re gonna shake His will?
And some good laughter
I want a place for all in the good after
If desires there no question if He could craft it
They see no lasik
They just play ignorant, tragic collective habit
Once in the everlasting, only could’ve had it
They wanted Satan and Easter rabbit graphic
They work hard for arrangement don’t need the Passion pass Him