Текст песни Guide Me Through The Storm - Tory Lanez

God, I just, I just need you to guide me
There's so much going on in my life
And I know you're going to bring me through it
I know you got me, but it's hard right now, and I need you
I need you now more than I ever needed you, God
Please
Look, one-way trip to prison, Allen County into the mountains
Bunch of niggas on the bus that never got to counseling
Instead of gangbang, they so dope in broken houses
Started with the parents living poor with broken spouses
Feed me sack lunches in the plastic pouches
Got me feeling fucked over like the casting couches
Dirty face, dirty hair up in my mug shot
Tower cop all on the speaker making brash announcements
Satan inside of the cell
Satan keep on trying to bring the flagrantest fire from hell
But Lord, your water on me falling as wide as a well
It's getting dark, I want to cry, but God ain't spy as well
Yeah, old friends switching on me
New York Times pissing on me
TMZ are telling lies on television on me
My opps working overtime to put this image on me
But God is finna push the line like it's a scrimmage on me
Mama soldier, you gave birth to a warrior
Ain't a secret like it's knocked off Victoria
Seven hours, been a shackle sitting in the court tanks
We ain't eightin' hours cause the police ignoring us
County jail crying real tears to Iggy Azalea
I know you put up with some
Some shit that just wasn't familiar
I love your ear and love your heart though you wasn't a miller
They lying, trying to give me fuck, but I wasn't Cecilia
Young Dane banging on the beat
He in the ER right now producing this in critical condition
I'm recording up in state prison
His feds say we black and beat the eyes of both statistics
Both of us supposed to be either dead or in jail
But he been close to death and I'm in jail and still prevailed
God willing, it's code number one from in the cell
It won't be long before the relief dates is in the mail
Yeah, uh, tears falling on my phone calls, everything was all wrong
County jail orange, paint the image that I'm Don Juan
Sittin's day, I'm thinking any minute I could be long gone
It's winter time, I'm in the cell, a nigga freezin' in a pad
Med Central, jail, Long John's
Enemies celebrating Christmas day
I'm layin' on the cell without my cell
Great Christmas
This is damn-
Like fuck are y'all on?
Those nights were treacherous
Buy a gram of heroin and use it as leverage
Black clouds floating over me, I need severance
Niggas overdosing off some boxing and medicines
Yeah, God save me, I'm repenting for my early sins
My only goal is see it clear like I'm a blurry lens
You niggas suffer, there's some furry pins
And faux-pears
And off the walkout, I need 30 amps
I hear you, the song
I hear you, the song
I hear you, the song
Cut me down, baby
I hear you, the song
I hear you, the song
We'll see you next week
Daystar my beautiful son as your father
I was distraught the day when they took my innocent
Son to prison and for two weeks straight every day
That the sun had risen i felt like i had a
20 pound weight sitting on my chest still i knew that
God had allowed this test that it was not
Just about you but also about the others the many
Other incarcerated sisters and brothers that's
When i gave you to god knowing that he would
Keep you covered and in the realm of the spirit that's
Where i hovered like an eagle in flight a samurai
Prayer warrior against the witches and warlocks
Pulling down strongholds of witchcraft divination
Necromancy familiar spirits clairvoyant projection
And psychic phenomenon that war to keep
The souls of men and women created in god's own image
In bondage and away from their families in a bid
To create the next generation of pissed off
Children angry at a system just so satan could keep
The hungry prison industrial complex fed
To the tune of 82
Dollars per head while they barter and trade the
Souls of people on the new york stock exchange
In exchange for money and wealth now there's
Acrack in their building and it's beginning to
Crumble because god alone only god can keep
These wicked men humble dear heavenly father as you have
Guided daystar we pray that you would now guide
The many nameless faces men in women in prison
Lord, God sovereign God you are the one the only one
Thas guided us now also guide them guide
Them through this daystar we pray that you would now
Guide them through this daystar we pray that you
Would now guide them through this daystar we pray
That you would now guide them through the storm father
Guide them through the storm in the name of jesus
Said I need you more than ever, guide me, guide me
Come on and guide me girl, guide me