3 is the max pair of kicks I've had in the same time length
Width skipped me, was height and skinny
Pullin girls or good at sports was never my strength
I'd be quiet and reserved, isolated at times
With a mind curious for a search
Certain things I wish I had did, but I look forward with confidence
And don't seek to be anything than what is found in the scripts
Its a mystery how I can condense
Thoughts into a rhythmn
And bring change to all types of men, with integrity cause often
I grapple with ideas of gravel filled lines til I rewind - I was never down with the street life
Fights, and pipin sticky green lime rolled up
Never appealed inside, from a different environment but
Exposed while shy and introverted
Searchin for identity amidst identical persons, uou'd say
Herded, typically as a kid trying to fit in
But its good to be alive and forgiven of sin
I'd heard it, typically as a kid trying to fit in
But its good to be alive and forgiven of sin
hurtin, typically as a kid trying to fit in
But its good to be alive and forgiven of sin
Amen

While so many trying to rise
And shine
I'm just so hype I get to rise
And cry
Trying to reflect on why I'm in line
Not gone lie, it'd be times I'd wake up askin why I'm alive
To wakin thankin God I survived
Cause I rewind back to freshman year
When I would hate comin home just to hear
Another argument, and learn the facts
Of something I'm not allowed to talk of on wax
But His grace had my back
And sustained me
Though I'd skip them football games that folk had been ravin
Bout I never cowered though I questioned
I'm forgiven, is the blessing
Anything else, an addition to provision that You kept still
Insecure
But you heard that on introspect
I never had the type of presence that demanded respect
Would think I'm nice if we talked but I know of my mess
Message given, dead in sin, but now I'm livin righteous
You'd think I'm nice if we talked, but I know of my mess
Gospel message, I was dead, but I'm counted righteous
Would think I'm fine if we talked, but I know I'm a mess
Resurrected, once was dead, now I'm livin, I'm blessed

Though times I'm slippin now
As I'm thinkin, things I should say
Should be more interactive
Should point more to the way
When I'm feelin so discouraged
I'm filled by Him anyway
My emotions from inside
Can never dictate the day
I know mistakes I'm gone make
I just pray I learn today
Tomorrow seem so far away
I got so much on my plate
Like four or five assignments
Stead I'm writin some rhymes okay
I'm trippin off just thinkin on who gone be my prom date, but ay
The little worries like these always make me think
Christ on the cross meant its all finished for me
Might not do the things others call
The optimum with my potential with the life I'm given
But my credential's in the One that got out the grave
Significance is now found in the fact I'm made
In His image, recreated so everytime that you gazin
At my face, is the trace, that I'm given His grace
Ain no way that I could hide or look at the past with shame
In my face, is the trace, that I'm given His grace
There's no way that I could ever hide or feel I'm ashamed
Said in my face, is the trace, that I'm given His grace
Ain no way that I could hide or look away, unashamed, never shame