[Verse 1: Eshon Burgundy]
I remember somebody got shot in the back
And I was standing there looking at that
Froze, noticed he had the white classics, bubble gum soles
Why was I thinking about that while he laying there full of holes
Huh? I don't know, I guess it ain't phase me
How could I come up like that and think I ain't crazy
Even catching a couple myself
Believe me the struggle is felt
My story should've ended at 15, pushin' up daisies
Couldn't tell you why the mercy of the Most High
Was in the projects that day standing close by
And while they just putting prayers over my body
I heard, "Who that, the young boy that rap? Yeah, somebody shot him"
Pap, pap, pap
Ducking by the window, almost every single day
Let's talk about this array
Let's talk about being scattered
Taking time to stack a whole clip
Stuff it in the grip, just to let you have it
In the heart of the ghetto where they pumping like blood vessels
Throwing gangsta parties with no music
Burglaries and home invasions we go through
Smoker came and stole back what he just sold you
Temperature out here is petty and berserk
You get clapped over work for selling a sack of dirt
You holla at the wrong female and see hell
I didn't but a few times I thought I'd see jail
Tryna keep it real
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They don't know what I be
They don’t know what I’ve done, done
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one
They don't know what I’ve seen
They don’t know where I come from, from
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one

[Verse 2: Eshon Burgundy]
Thank God my momma made me pray
Know if I'm in front of God, I better have something to say
A'int no time for being scared and I can't do this in my head
So I'm out loud speaking to the air like it's an ear
See the dark cloud over my city blocking the sun rays
Hiding the sign on the highway to heaven that say one way
Oh so one way? I swore it was many
My teacher scratched on the chalkboard it was plenty
Started out every prayer like gimme
Expecting him to do it fast like a hemi
Then I found out that I gotta pray for His will
Still trusting even when people I know get killed
Ill, I know that must sound cold
But trusting everything else in this world out here getting old
His ways are greater than how I feel
At a place where faith has to replace keepin it real
So as the word of light penetrates my brain
I begin then to investigate the game
Wondering what keeps levitating my pain
Man this life without the father is criminally insane
Kept me in the Devil's scope, I'm just hoping he can't aim
Surrendered to the most by letting go of everything
Naked before the law with only my wedding ring
My confession of who you are Lord is my everything
Let 'em sing
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