Bduffle - Hold Pain Lyrics

I'm trying to fill my voids with the wrong things
I ain't never been the type to hold pain
Ok I kept my head up I got to endure this pain
Holes in my pocket I can't hold my change
See I was on my way to hell then the road changed
I used to conversate with you now it don't feel the same
And I'm knowing it's my fault I'm the blame
How I adjust the picture just to fit the frame
Vision blurry I'm going to wait until it gets clearer
And the sky cloudy I'm going to wait until it gets clearer
At a crossroads but I'm standing in the middle
Through the glass, I just see my past in the mirror
And I remember just about everything when I was little
Coming home from school and I would rap on instrumentals
And god talking to me while I'm laying on my pillow
Drives from Indiana I was starring out that window
And god I pray you teach me how to trust you
Never leave me and teach me all of your virtues
Same way my mama taught me to tie my shoes
Same way you gone teach me to have faith in you
And god don't never let me think you not important
And using wisdom don't equate to being boring
And god the grass look greener on the other side
Let me see what you see on the other side
Last time I crashed the car ima let you drive
Cause I should of been dead on two eighty-five
I'm that same younging that stayed on pony drive
That sting like a bee and float just like a butterfly
Every time I get that check ima pay my tithes
I don't know what else to do but hold that pain inside
When everybody counted me out I just added god
And I'm living how I'm preaching this ain't no facade
I'm a whole different type of dude oh way
Check my resume I'm in school oh way
I ain't into all that looking cool oh way
Roman's chapter eight verse's two oh way
It's my twenty-first ain't get no happy birthdays
God told me he'll never leave nor forsake
I be feeling like God made a mistake
I can barely eat all this food on my plate
I'm trying to fill my voids with the wrong things
I ain't never been the type to hold pain
Ok I kept my head up I gotta endure this pain
Holes in my pocket I can't hold my change
See I was on my way to hell then the road changed
I used to conversate with you now it don't feel the same
And I'm knowing it's my fault I'm the blame
How I adjust the picture just to fit the frame