[Verse 1]
How? I guess I'm just a Native American up in my blood and spirit
And we all love to hear if we’ve done enough to fear Him
When push comes to shove, the violence is only overpowered by love
Hmm, fits like a glove
Yeah, just like OJ's
Man, I miss the old days when the only thing I knew
Was that I'm covered by grace, through faith
In the J upstairs and he seated for me
While he’s seated by the Man who cares
Who cares? Better question, who dares?
Who dreams upon gleams of the light oh so bright
That is found through the Christ, living twice and He died
For my right as a son, when it was all said and done
When I was off on the run, and I was jumping the cliff
Look at my quivering lip, no, nothing much has changed
Back from when I was a kid, I got the waterworks squirtin'
On the lawn of my skin

[Chorus]
And I struggle with sin, can't believe I give in
Least I know I'm human, least I think that I am
Am I believin' again?
Well, I guess it depends
And I struggle with sin, can't believe I give in
And I know I'm human, guess I think that I am
Am I believin' again?
Well, I guess it depends
[Verse 2]
Are you leavin’ again?
While I’m swallowed by sin with my world cavin' in
And all the while you’re claiming that you're still my best friend?
Switchin' lanes up in my head, tryin' to make it all right
Growin’ things up in my bed, tryin' to make it through the night
Have you ever seen the bride of Christ livin' right?
Me neither, I'm just tryin' to be the preacher givin' them the Aether
See, the problem in my mind is the overlying "don't break down"
That undermines my own Ray Charles
That's called blind talent, from which I've never drawn
And if you think I'm small now, baby, you should've seen me in ninth grade
4 foot 9 and 90 pounds, now I'm brewin' in the kitchen with some coffee ground sounds
Badder than a [?] teen with too much allowance, heh
Mmmmmm, it burns your soul to see them all
They don't have accountability at all

[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah
Get it, get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Okay, growin' up, not like I had it difficult
My dad was a pastor so it's a little different though
I was a different soul before the God who broke the mold
When He made me came into my life and saved me
And call me crazy, at least you're callin'
Most people stay at home bawling, crawlin' against the wall
That they have caved in themselves, but what's appalling to me
Is that some Christians believe that some people need too much help
So they're not comfortable sharing God by themselves
So the Christian leaves to find his friend while the sinner burns in hell
Sad story, and we do it for the glory
Thinking God is gonna give us the nod
Maybe a pat on the back or put us on the shelf
Some accolades, yeah that would help
But what about your wealth like
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
What about your wealth like
'Cause it's just us now