Faces Video (MV)

Yo
There's a path that seems right to me
I'm my own man grown ain't no hype for me
I wasn't always giving witness to Christ in me
But I'm still bride live so dont hyphen me

It's kinda tragic I see the black magic
Done grabbed em
Bunch of static the old road traveled is damaged
But they lacking the road map back to the branches firm roots
Given proof the truth is staying planted

Living water is pouring knowledge beyond Atlantis
But we cannot command it
We gotta find the road
There a future beyond the rugers and faded gold
Fruit produced bringing juices that we could never know

I done been down in the trenches feeling hella low
I' done faced the down pours while umbrella broke

So I will never fold
Feet are on the narrow road
It's only one way I know I gotta tell em so

So many faces
I've seen down that road, road, road
Too many places
That's just how it goes, goes, goes

Yo
1 shot hit em
2 shots missed em
4th caught a body now its 40 years of prison
14 he did it that's a baby in the system

He didn't have the wisdom
But survived off intuition

The enemy was prowling, and he caught a couple victims
Listen
I'm a put block up in that road
The water boiling over take the pot up off the stove
A moment full anger could endanger every hope
Every dream every good thing God has in store
If I'm my brothers keeper I'm keep him from the Fall
Keep em out the yard get em centered on the lord
I can see the fog and I'm tryna change ya course
The light house is built to keep the ships off the walls
So if I'm standing on this hill ; a beacon for the lost
Screaming on these demons even when the mic is off
There's Too many faces on the pavement to be calm
Nah

So many faces
I've seen down that road, road, road
Too many places
That's just how it goes, goes, goes

I see the faces of these children and i get provoked
There a blessing but we treat em like they vegetables

We dont want em on our plate
They somebody else mistake
Yo Wheres the village

We say we love em to they face
But they community is fake
And they can feel it

So now my foot is on the brake
I'll do whatever it el take

To take a couple off the path where the villain
Tryna snatch they redemption
My hands to the ceiling start to spaz on a mission

Too many faces
Too many cuffs
Too much poverty
Too many stuck
Too many hearts being trampled in the muck
We dancing in these clubs wit a gram in a blunt
Too many faces on the Gram tryna front
Going to the DR to give em what they want
If you looking for the PR
Then you can pull a stunt
Butt...

So many faces
I've seen down that road, road, road
Too many places
That's just how it goes, goes, goes