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Yeah, we in the street, the tires burnin' heat
I pray I don't break the law
If you my brother, don't backstab me, gang
Just help me when I fall
He give his battle to the strongest soldiers
I'm built to take it all
And all that sins he took up
Washed away when he was on that cross
And how you wanna be a boss
But you so scared to take a loss
Lord, he banged my line, you know I went
Pick up that call
I'm tryna clear my mind from worldly vibes
Please don't get me involved
Every day I wake up pray and
Hit the road, a different feelin
Like everything we sacrificed
To live this life, you wouldn't get it
I gotta hustle, don't got time for sleep
Won't be home in a minute
And I just pray that everything we do
End up makin' a difference
I could teach you how to read the Word
But you probably won't get it
If your heart closed, it ain't open to hear
Then you probably gon' miss it
Walkin' in that death and sin
Boy, that conviction hit like missile
Every time I cry to God, He wipe my tears
I don't need no tissue
I can show you how this pain rock
I can show you where the chain stop
Don't go down that road, boy, that's a dead end
I'm tryna kill my flesh, don't care about dead ops
Brodie went put me on game this not no Ted Talk
And it's one thing to talk about what you doin
But you gonna walk that walk
If he told you to go and lay your life down
Would you give it
Every day I wake up sad
Need some repentance for this sinnin
Any time I read that scripture, spirit excited
Boy we livin
And bro still in the streets
He got that cup he in there sipping
And he said he almost crashed
I said, lil' bro, you gotta kick it
And if you don't got God right up in your heart
Then you can't kick it
On bro, then you can't kick it, uh
Push the whip we going top speed
Think I'm on I-95, I'm goin' 103, uh
When I was down bad in that pit, the Lord was blessin' me
When I was on top of everything, them spirits was stressin' me
Every day I wake up pray and
Hit the road, a different feelin
Like everything we sacrificed
To live this life, you wouldn't get it
I gotta hustle, don't got time for sleep
Won't be home in a minute
And I just pray that everything we do
End up makin' a difference
I could teach you how to read the Word
But you probably won't get it
If your heart closed, it ain't open to hear
Then you probably gon' miss it
Walkin' in that death and sin
Boy, that conviction hit like missile
Every time I cry to God, He wipe my tears
I don't need no tissue
I can show you how this pain rock
I can show you where the chain stop
Don't go down that road, boy, that's a dead end
I'm tryna kill my flesh, don't care about dead ops



Writer(s): Roman Brookins Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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