Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed
Knowing how it feels to be in pain, how it feels to bleed
Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem
To remind me how it feels to drop the ball like stevie bartman
To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag
But all this hate that piles up feels like a missile attack,
So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies
Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,
This great pain, feels like im captured-attached to a chain
Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again
Knowing it could all fall actually feels like a bliss
The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss
I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass
This way he has control of things he feels inside, his mother said how long have
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