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Going to church and I'm feeling out of place
Trying to fit in with the rest by putting on a fake face
Telling them "Yea I'm good"; telling them "Yea

the time I spent
When away, I can't find my grip
But as time moves by, I miss times like this
And I've realized not to just strive for the good old days

the air like I'm Gil-Heron
Father stretch my hands I fall and falter
Will Faults lead to my fall again or
Will my flaws fall to ensure I'm stronger and
By

a similac and oh my Cadillac
has 50's in the back
playin rick James and Tina so relaxing
passed on by the neighbor red lane
they called him insane
heer's Mr.

born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young

fit call am son or father
Since my wife born pikin for staircase
Everybody don Dey call me stepfather
Bro nothing like love at first sight
Shey you talk

to put the spell but I'm blessed don't tweak
Fucking round with the wrong ones you will not eat
My right steady itching so I will not sleep
Sleep is for

The Bible says we do not have the Son except the Father draws us
It's by His love that condemnation cannot overcome us
We all have bad days, yeah there'll be

And on the brink of a panic attack
Waiting to level it out
So I distract by writing music to move from my past
And from the present 'cause everything is just

by your existence
This world is so blessed
And you might not think that's True cause you surrounded by Stress
But you a solider you and keep pushing

on the bathroom floor
You should not rap no more
You sound like Macklemore's avatar
Mixed with jabberjaws
I'm blessed by the Father, to write a opera
And light up

trying to heal
I had been married at seventeen
By the man of my dreams
Who very soon became my living nightmare
He said he loved me
But he was controlling

broke my nigga
Shit I also figured my father would show my nigga
But shit happens
Yeah Ronin is still at it
Oh yes it's Stillmatic
He's blessed with

you're playing it like you never did
Should try to get employed by what you dig
Ya' see, I just like all different kinds of music
Name a genre, I'm

I'm grateful indeed, my story is long (yeah)

Fit so fly can't lie that I'm blessed
N***** gon' hate 'cause they know that I'm next
Watch how he witch

I tore asunder
Yes, I guess it was a hell of a blunder
Blessed, cuz seldom I was rocking a rubber
Flexed, saying, none of you are taking me under

father's side
When he went to his truth
Two days after, in the air, on my way to LA
Tiny voice in my head
I'm calling her Michel'le
Said, "To fear over faith

eyesight
Bein born of the Spirit your future he'll rewrite
Freedom he'll incite on wings you'll take flight
Hands trained for the war being blessed by

this pain I don’t know how to let go
Love become hard when you don’t know how to trust
Sinful by my nature can’t get outta my thoughts
Guess no one ment

Tell them I'm a son but I'm prodigal
I was gone for a while but I'm back in my fathers home
Lately I been quiet till I stock enough
But now it's time

Couldn't care much less you invisible
Blind to the eyes of the
World so they ridicule
You, tryin to get rid of you and we let em by
When it's their

seem to have the things they money can't buy
Acting like it means nothing but you sure did try

What you judge it by
Quantity or quality
I can give it

you wanna
But I pray you get the message by the time that I’m done
Reading the book of John, so shout out to Forerunner
Integrate the word in my flow,

and restored, don't be torn, by the thorns
You are more, than adorned, you are better than before
Lift your eyes, always rise, to the King, of the skies,