Blessings

Time to count them blessings Found my low Found my high Found my life Found my low Found my high Found my life Found my low Found my high Found my life Found my low Found it found it found it Go Aye Jub gotta rap like the rent due Bean head ass bitch the senzu 1221 bang shoot for fun rang false called the gang but they missed you What would the world do Without you They'd just miss yo voice Illinois hear iller noise From the chi where a killer's voice Can hurt worse when you know them boys War of the streets I seen Gs Deployed Reading the seeds of tree of course I be W. E. B Dubois Seen a chief tryna cheat them boys Give em leash when he need a choice Uh huh Who extended they reach of voice Uh huh To a speaker that bleeds a void Uh huh What you fill it wit Dr Sebi with the medicine Or Miami for the healing hips For limp dick I seen the baddest bitches get pregnant I learned a lesson bad hoes only send a message Same girls I be scared to mess wit' They scared to be first they prefer a second Give her the world and she wants an island No country vibes just war and violence In her head like damn i could've found better than donor but I still gotta count my blessings I got God for who forms a weapon I still question if he real sometimes Like this sex real close to heaven But this nigga must've lost his mind Why can't this one be the one Why God Why you ain't send a sign Is this the same shit that my parents did I can't be the same grant me peace mind Time to count them blessings Found my low Found my high Found my life Found my low Found my high Found my life Found my low Found my high Found my life Found my low Found it found it found it Go Who be the dream killer I follow the lead Ima lead niggas I mean shit seen king did it I don't know what I need But believe in the dream cuz' I seen niggas just like me Have a dream seen just like me From the streets see love might be Maybe unrecognizable plots diabolical Articles follow you phone might ring Who could it be Some chick who usually could be found by Max and Niv Or family members who had to see this shit happen to start believing Santa's not real 'til I see him Jesus died for his people Even then niggas still ain't believe in Jesus Til they meet 'em Me Ima bob and weave em I had amazing conversation With homeless dude bro wasn't half crazy I was downtown working hard for some change that could break the bank but truth is all wasted Showed him my music he asked for a taste of the shit that I made and bro had went crazy Thought I was already famous Admire my style and my cadences So how flagrant Told me that I'm talented At 20 years old He was out of it Like college kid on scholarship The number one problem is Was on some drugs, some party shit Hella street smarts he was blessed with heart He goin sit by the light to not die in the dark He told me anything you love can be art If you do it it'll show them who are Time to count them blessings Found my low Found my high Found my life Found my low Found my high Found my life Found my low Found my high Found my life Found my low Found it found it found it Go