Messenger

yeah, we goin' higher

gotta lotta gains i just tossed in the fire

gotta lotta pain in need of some church choir

living like the world finna end

what's there to live for when you don't understand

 

dang this world messed up

high school shootings, death toll rings

don't need an analyst to see all the hurt it brings

i might just give up, there's too much pain

pain falls like the rain falls in florida, its like every other day

and imma need a monster, im so burned out

crosses and crosses my mind like there's no other way

to survive in this life of college

tryna change the world, get a bunch of knowledge

i just wanna see a few of my friends get converted

to see lives change is with what i've been burdened

my major shows it im not here to blow it

givin' God the credit, cuz without Him im headed to hell

don't wanna be the crux of the 'oh well'....aha, hahaha

 

yeah, we goin' higher

gotta lotta gains i just tossed in the fire

gotta lotta pain in need of some church choir

living like the world finna end

what's there to live for when you don't understand

 

no i don't understand

my life my story, hard to believe that it was

planned, planned by his perfect hand

but my momma got cancer, my grandpa be dead

and all these girls just messin' with my head

didn't ask for extra problems, and school's one of em

as if my home life wasn't enough now i got classes

off campus passes, and taxes, ay

and my marital status is a balance i can't seem to break

i gave up on girls long ago all of them be fake

asked God one night, 'is my life a mistake?'

it's never getting better i think i might break

 

yeah, we goin' higher

gotta lotta gains i just tossed in the fire

gotta lotta pain in need of some church choir

living like the world finna end

what's there to live for when you don't understand

 

mood swings

it's a tight rope i fall off of every day

call it depression just depends on the day

in a matter of hours my perspective changes

i could try drugs and possibly get famous

cuz you know where the game is

not what i'm rapping for tho

this is my journal where i vent put my frustration in a flow

time is a window that could break easily

hard to think your funny when you don't take me seriously

and you don't show up for bible study

not my problem but i understand we all got anxiety

don't blame me for wanting to infuse you with some piety

not about forcing agendas, i don't believe in rioting

but i gotta remember, i gotta remember,

that it's not me who's doing the changing

God changes your heart and turns it amazing

how i forget, how i forget

that im only the messenger