Got a mother in high country,
got a father in his grave,
got my troubles tied around me as I drown beneath this wave.
Lord, I know that you're beside me but this burden's threatening to take me down.
Oh, I need to hear you whisper, “This ain't nothing for me, son. Bring it on.”
Got a sister in revival,
got a brother in L.A.
Got a mind set on survival,
got a hope that needs a way.
Lord, I know you're in it with me but this pain is threatening to win the day.
Oh, I need to hear you whisper, “This ain't nothing for me, son. Bring it on.”
Got a river in my pathway that I don't know how to cross.
Got a load of kin that’s been suffering, doubled over from the loss.
Lord, I know that you're beside me, and there ain't no heart alive that's too far gone.
Still I need to hear you whisper,
“This ain't nothing for me, son. Bring it on.”
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