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Lord... not this again.
Not this again...
I turn around and the account is back negative.
I keep sinking like I am walking in quicksand.
Lord, please grab my hand...

Stuck in my bed like I'm on house arrest but I'm innocent.
Lord, you took my legs, I can't escape, this is my fate.
I'm trying to understand, paranoia is kicking in.
My cousin and main man were beefing with each other, I don't understand.
One a kin to me the other a real friend.
Send some healing, make amends...

9 days left and my mind is playing tricks on me.
These sober thoughts keep me guessing, they always get to me.
My grandpa's, I didn't know them.
I don't remember them, they both died young.
The pain of their generation falls on your son.
Lord I look up to you, the chosen one...

I just want to breakthrough to higher levels.
Give me one more chance, I promise I can do better.
Unc, I feel your pain, I would be right next to you if I had a gun.
Auntie, you did a great job, I will always be there for your son.
Grandma, you did all you could the weight more than a ton.
Nanny, I can taste your cooking that you left behind from above.
Mommy, I do it all for you, the time will come.
Every day all day I pray, the time will come.
I promise the time will come!
Amen...
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