The most beautiful thoughts are always beside the darkest
Word to Mr. West
Yeah
Let me get it
I fell in love with a girl on the other side of the pink line
How do I remain cool with her
When I'm paranoid, of Chicago clicks
When I'm paranoid, of Chicago chicks
Nobody's real for you but her
I miss my Afro. I'm Blaxploitation
We live and die for this
I stand ten toes down. Can I talk my shit again
When I grab my ankh, and I call it my crucifix
And so many nights lately I haven't been sleeping well, dawg
And so many nights deep down I don't want to exist
There's the truth, f*ck it all
I'm for never in your public eye
Brown-skinned lady and my water signs
Young and successful
The demons are calling me when I try to talk my shit again
And try to find my faith in God
I don't understand what it means to be me
I don't understand what it means to be true
I fell in love with a Leo and a Pisces
One was my fault and the other was trauma bondage
Truth be told, I can't tell you which is which
I spent so much time running from myself
And so many nights
And so many tears
Just for you to say
Just for you to say
I'm sorry to people in my path that I hurt
Loving someone is never a mistake
I was running from my grandmother passing
But neither is moving on
I was running from my mother being homeless
Thank you
Thank you
Have you heard? Don't you know that every tongue must confess that Jesus is Lord unto the glory of God the Father
When they heard about Jesus, the healing, the deliverance, the saving, and the keeping, amen, amen, the forgiveness, amen
The making, the shaping, the molding, the love, the forgiveness, the love, suffering, the blessing, and mercy
Have you heard about Jesus? They heard and they bought their sicknesses
We can breathe. We can take our problems and situations unto the Lord. He don't get tired of us
Have you heard? I may get tired of hearing this name and you might get tired of hearing my name
But to Jesus, never weary. He never sleep or slumber. Have you heard
We don't get tired of hearing Jesus. He don't get tired of us