Ryan Blades - The Message Lyrics

Talk to God
Talk to my mom, pass the
Please somebody talk to
Tell Him that I'm trying to talk to
Pass the
Please somebody talk to God and tell Him that I'm trying to
Yo
Feels like I have a thread of sanity left
They'll say I'm crazy if I start yelling profanities next
I'm for the people but I lost faith in humanities depth
I was dead broke, only cashing reality cheques, my nigga
I go several days only eating a meal
Thinking about my stress and success, just keeping it real
Never contemplated taking my life until that one night
I'm here though, that's light work I'm from the hood where's there's gun fights
Look, soon as I feel unprotected I quickly follow
Pretend that I'm okay, dismiss how I feel with bravado
I guess that's just a way to stay sane through this confusion
I get my strength from arrogance, hopefulness and delusion
Anything to do with my daughter just know I'm riding
Hope when she gets older she notices I was trying
And If I made mistakes I'm just praying for some correction
And if I'm not around, pray to God for her protection
Please help me
Please somebody talk to God
And tell Him that I'm trying to talk to my Mom
Pass the message for me
Please somebody talk to God
And tell Him that I'm trying to talk to my Mom
Pass the message for me
Please somebody talk to God
And tell Him that I'm trying to talk to my Mom
Pass the message for me
Please somebody talk to God
And tell Him that I'm trying to talk to my Mom
Because lately I ain't been hearing from you
Every couple of years I move further away from your burial
Every morning I wake up and teach my daughter a prayer or two
My way to keep your memory alive and spiritually cater to you
I cry when I remember you took your smile with you
Sometimes I think I'm better off if I just died with you
I know nobody else in the family would wanna be me
I wanna be with you then remember my daughter needs me
Your granddaughter needed you, child's mother tried to leave me
How come she don't want me, but other women are trying to see me
Nothing but pain that they process whenever people see me
Trying to cope that you're gone is always far from easy
My art's molded, I'll scream after this rhyme's ended
My heart's broken, my dreams shattered, my mind's bended
Sometimes I don't be praying and question faith I'll see you one day
How could you leave the earth like that but worshiped every Sunday?
Your body shutting down, you couldn't cook, you couldn't walk
You stayed strong, couldn't hold a book, couldn't talk
I couldn't admit I was crying inside I had to leave you
Tears I'm holding back every time that I had to feed you
Loss after loss it was starting to be the usual
Ironically you feel the most pain after the funeral
Imma take care of my family with this gift of rapping
When I pick my daughter up crying is when I hear you laughing
Please somebody talk to God
And tell Him that I'm trying to talk to my Mom
Pass the message for me
Please somebody talk to God
And tell Him that I'm trying to talk to my Mom
Pass the message for me
Please somebody talk to God
And tell Him that I'm trying to talk to my Mom
Pass the message for me
Please somebody talk to God
And tell Him that I'm trying to
I love you daddy!