[Chorus: B-Rone]
Lord I will do anything you need
If it would bring you near to me
I got to have you, I got to have you
Lord I will even push myself to hard
If it would bring me to your arms
I got to have you, I got to have you

[Verse 1: Sevin]
I feel the pressure bubbling we definitely struggling
We come from less than nothing
Starve to death unless we hustling
Stuck in mislead destruction, Its like the best seduction
He let the fetish touch him, until detectives bust him
We know the story its horrible but its often true
You poor but you explore it
Ignoring them when they caution you
Never prepared to harness the torment
That you were tossed into
You know ain't nothing going to hold you
As close as the coffin do
Sadly I relate to the agony and the tragedy
The fact that we are lacking is a catastrophe and travesty
When you ain't ate in past a week
And your stomach hurts to bad to sleep
The choices seem to have you weak
Voices screaming grab the heat
Barely a sin to carry you marry the game
Temporarily insane you hurting but you carry the pain
All the dirt you did
Done has led you to the gates of hell with death behind you
You pray to Jesus for peace and you hope he left to find you

[Chorus: B-Rone]

[Verse 2: Sevin]
I used to lay back in the lac and burn that sack
Until that cactus turned to ashes
And my laughter turns to sadness
When my past refers to caskets
Eight double 0 on that label soothed my shattered mind
Sip codeine and blow green
No dreams because I shattered mine
This world is darker than coffin air we die often here
Lost and scared cause
We know no one outside even thought to care
I'm hearing sermons they not relevant to this hell I'm in
Yea they can tell I sin
But they never stopped to ask how well I been
Such a treatment leaves me in the clutch of demons
Spirit saying just believe him
Blood I need the touch of Jesus I'm such a heathen
What's the reason I can't seem to shake the virus
Lately I been thinking knowledge is more profitable
Than all this hate and violence
God is not the author of confusion but I'm lost in this illusion
That the cross cannot be offered to a loser
But I will cross a thousands seas
Bow my knees and loudly scream out hallowed be
Thy will if I could still make you proud of me

[Chorus: B-Rone]