745 - Jesus Please | Текст песни

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(verse 1-A.P)
I've tried to
Lord Jesus please, I know I'm livin wrong
But look at this hellhole that i'm livin on
I was raised up, wait a minute wasn't raised up I was caged up, way fucked since i was born
Man all them times i was callin' you just stood right back and watched me fallin'
Through it all, I looked to the skies, hopin that one day you'd open up my eyes

(Lord Jesus please)
'Cause i can't do it myself, surround myself with lunatics well...
I know i don't know you like I should, and maybe you just don't love me like you could
Its not all good but still rippin, I'm makin name in the game, I'm still grippin
But its not about the ryhmes that i'm spittin', its the gift i was givin, the life that i'm livin

(chorus)

(I've tried to) I try to talk to you, but you don't hear me
(I've tried to) I wanna walk with you, but you don't hear me
(I've tried to) I try to talk to you, but you don't hear me
(I've tried to) I wanna walk to you, but you don't hear me

(verse 2-Vernon T)
You can tell that i'm tryin, I know it ain't workin
No more cryin, No more hurtin
Sometimes life just don't seem worth it, you work so hard just to feel so worthless
All this time spent tryin to reach the surface, and you wonder how i wrote another ryhme so perfect
No more hatin', no more debatin', its hard to win the fight when you're battlin' Satan
I'm rattlin' cages, there's no escapin', stuck in this hellhole lookin for savin'
But its not about the ryhmes that i'm spittin, its the gift i was given, the life that i'm livin

(repeat chorus)

(verse 3-Rush)
Lord Jesus please, grant me my serenity, i know i'm in the hearts of my enemies
And not reactin is the part that is killin me, but writin' it down, thats the only thing thats helpin me
I expressed in a song about my therapy, these are my lone times, moments of clarity
I know we barely speak, but now i feel we must, cause everyday i see In God We Trust
Doin my best to try to deal, and stay calm, by myself readin' chapters in your psalms
But its not about the ryhmes that i'm spittin, its the gift i was given, the life that i'm livin

(repeat chorus 2x)

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