Bg Jimy - Thankful (feat. Køshiz) Lyrics

I started to realize that
I should be more thoughtful
On the words that I write
They got power bro

Real power

I wanted to write 'bout how thankful I am
But you need to understand
I got pressure on my shoulders
Why can't I cut the ties
Why can't I break the chains
And even when I pray
I just

I can't seem to figure out
The meaning of my life
I'm starting to doubting
About your plans Lord
Like
Why can't I do this thing
Where should I use this thing
Talking 'bout my gifts

Wanna shift my perspective
Should do an introspective

Hard days and weeks
It's hard to understand what the Lord wants for my life

I mean in the now I have things to decide
And the pressure makes me crack
Depression starts to hit my back
And I definitely don't like that

Lord lead me
Cause I don't know where to be
Myself
I can't talk to anyone
Else
Yeah I got friends
And families
All over the globe
But who can get what I feel
I don't feel empty
But I got this pain in my chest
And I know it too well

Peste

Lord lead me
Cause I don't know where to be
Myself
I can't talk to anyone
Else
Yeah I got friends (I know how you feel)
And families (I know how you feel)
All over the globe
But who can get what I feel
I don't feel empty (I get you)
But I got this pain in my chest (I get you)
And I know it too well

Peste

And yet even still despite the fact
That the pen and pad is dope
I'm ill
I'm stuck in a hospital
And I'm stuck staring just past the window sill
(Just past the window sill)

A whole church out there
Divided and unfulfilled
And yet it's that dysfunction
That brings everyone together
And makes life real
(So real)

As long as we look up to the doctor
Who knows how we feel
Who promises to heal
As long as we put each other first
Each one is last to be first
Single file like lil' children
Neat and orderly
Leading up to heaven's gates
In all its glory
(All its glory)

We're all sick and wounded
And scorched from being burnt out
Doing too much for people
Who will never return it to us
(Return it to us)

Maybe' that's the psychology of the non-elect
And yet

Unless we take a minute to reflect
If we're picking up pieces
Of their bad habits
That piece of parasitic in the flesh
That rots us of knowing
What we should instill
In our fellow church members
Who's just as ill

We cannot let our ego
Our perception
Our belief
Lead us uphill to dominate
Thinkin' we can be all give
And no take

That economy is deeply depressed
Like an Amazon wishlist
Unfulfilled

Unfulfilled
Unfulfilled
Unfulfilled
Yeah