Текст песни Conversations With God - Da-Vid

I can see my breath rise in the cold
Seventeen years old
Trying to keep my hands warm
About a dollar in my coat
Practicing some notes
To Brandy in my headphones streamin

Stole a candy bar so I won't starve
My mother ain't healthy, can't get no job
Music is the only thing that I got

Everything around me is broken
Kinda like home, frozen like my earlobes
And everybody that I know
Tell me not go, they don't know I know
I'll be there

You see I gotta keep it moving