[Verse]
A mom with a little psalm writin' a similar song
Witness the miniature bomb rippin' and whippin' the calm
Provided the bomb divided the wrong that was imminent
The feminine women and intimate given was given and given again
And in the end the ultimate win
Was provided by the residence of [?] sin
Within the pen, the last the pastor's kin sendin' past
And it started with her singin' to him
Teary eyes and lullabies, I know it coincides
With other guys who know that lives aren't really pride
Like all the lies, I know we tried
Don't get me wrong, I'll kill your song
And your favorite rappers who sing along
You throw it long and like a pair of tongs I'm catchin' on
Like Megatron, I'm Calvin John 'cept I'm goin' on
I'm gettin' rings, not talkin' 'bout culture, i'm talkin' eternal things
Finer things I'm puttin' on

[Chorus]
Thank you Mom
For tellin' me like every night
Thank you Mom
For makin' me know wrong from right
Thank you Mom
For tellin' me like every night
Thank you Mom
For singin' me this lullaby
And it goes like
[Refrain]
When I am afraid
I will trust in Thee
When I am afraid
Psalm 56 verse 3
When I am afraid
I will trust in Thee
When I am afraid
Psalm 56 verse 3
When I am afraid
I will trust in Thee
When I am afraid
Psalm 56 verse 3
When I am afraid
I will trust in Thee
When I am afraid
Psalm 56 verse 3