Yo, yo, I come with a heavy heart Dear God, let me in your hands again
I've been far apart, things fell apart Oh Lord, take away my pain
Take away this chains, cause I feel enslaved I'm not feeling safe, all this ladies and gents It's the devil in disguise
The money in the safe is compelling
What you gonna do in a country that's failing
I'm afraid, I can't be saved
Lies are what's selling
Money on my mind, so we figure it out
How to sell to those blind
How will I survive in this chaos? The love of money and girls
Got me a Medusa, now the love in her eyes Will be the cause of my death, to love is a curse
Better be a bishop in a cave
Out here eyes do betray, I feel far away
Lost in my ways, I'm far much astray
Barely sleeping I be staying up
It's either I am having nightmares or scary thoughts
My momma keeps on reminding me that I should pray to God
But if you don't believe that's fine I mean I guess you ain't like us
We be sending prayers up cause our efforts is not enough
But sometimes I be feeling so stressed
What do you expect from a generation of that's mentally depressed
Stuck somewhere in between dejection and poverty
Is it a dream, or maybe i'm just chasing an illusion
The fear of loss is the reason, why we really losing
Among my friends I can the feel sense of confusion
Why those we keep close to quick to turn Brutus
Too much pain, that I've buried in this music
What is the bigger plan I've been living clueless
Thoughts running through my mind, am supposed to be undisputed
Am supposed to be the one, what the hell am I doing? Honest confession am I'm a stranger to myself most times
But at least I'm trying do better, I put that on God
Society got us thinking we can't change for the better
Yet I'm a work in progress, I'm trying to get things together
Sometimes we just gotta let life that happen
We gotta be real and cut off the toxic Habits
Took me a while to figure life ain't about what you plotting
But rather going with the flow instead of being stagnant
Barely sleeping I be staying up
It's either I am having nightmares or scary thoughts
My momma keeps on reminding me that I should pray to God
But if you don't believe that's fine I mean I guess you ain't like us
We be sending prayers up cause our efforts is not enough
But sometimes I be feeling so stressed
What do you expect from a generation of that's mentally depressed
Stuck somewhere in between dejection and poverty