(Verse 1: Dice)
God, I'm losing faith in the power of prayer
I'm not trying to say that i doubt that you there
I'm just trying to say that i doubt that you care sometimes
Cause every single day, I drown in despair
Struggling runs in my family
Handed down to me like inheritance but I'll be damned if my child is an heir
When I was young I used to come to the county fair
I mean the County Welfare building was a family affair
Yeah, can't even get a real job
I need bucks lord, that's why I'm saying "Dear God"
A tortured soul
I need my spirit purified
And I could deliver a river to God with tears cried
But still I'm standing in this prayer stance
Holding up these prayer hands
Asking for a fair chance in life
My fans think I'm probably lyin'
When I tell them I've never seen over the poverty line

(Verse 2: Demetrius)
I'm an emotional wreck
I hope I don't crash and kill a kid
Lord, take the wheel
Cause I've lost the will, to live
I've turned into a dealer
Selling weed, pills, and shit
I'm a dealer that's not holding all the cards
How do I deal with this?
I want to reach new heights and get to new frontiers
But everyday I get two new front tears
Crying in my sleep, tears reach my ears
Does God hear us weep? Does tears reach his ears?
I'm losing faith in prayer, asking God to spare a minute
Is there only a certain amount of blessings that the man upstairs giveth?
And if so, did a n***a go over his prayer limit?
When these streets get grizzly, do you just bear with it?
I try to stay smarter than the average bear, while you just bear with it
Cause I see death around the corner, right there vivid
Or maybe we just get specific prayers answered
Cause I don't have shit but I also don't have rare cancer
I thought of suicide the other day
Then I seen my mother's face
The doctors had to cut her waist
Just for me to be here in this car
Thinking of steering this car, against a wall and ending it all
And the only thing I leave behind for her is the cesarean scar
That'd be a fuckin' waste
I just want to be successful and travel to places I can't go
I want to cop fly gear like police in plain clothes
But the lord is my Sheppard, we all sheep in his flock, I know
But when it comes to the prayers of his sheep, he heard it all before