New Classic - Psalm 22 Lyrics

They say that sleep is the cousin of death
I couldn't sleep
Started cussin I left
Eyes wide so alive
Left alone in my bed while
Lyrics stirred in my head
Lady on my mind, sly
I was buzzing like hef

A Playboy since young age
Go and scope my pedigree, The progeny
My blue collared father taught me Oght to be
Showing love to girls, a Gift from God, I gotta be
A gentleman like Cary Grant, Kinda I'd be proud to be

Yeah

The underground's Jimmy Morrison
I'm opening the doors
Let the chorus in
I Got the choir pit packed,
Stacked, bursting at seems, My God
Father taught me how to follow all my dreams

And I won't rest until I see the light, Sun shine
Day break, window cracked open up my eyes
A New day, gonna live it like it's no surprise
It's live or die, that's a fact,
But I've been tryna find a compromise

Cuz I could die a legend in the game
Or stay alive and reach the top but what's the cost of Fame
I Pour my love into my music
I Hope you feel the same and
When I'm gone,
I hope you carry on my name

Cuz I was born to tell a story that would shape a generation
I was torn but now I'm pouring all my time into creation
Went from being unknown, to touring all across the nation
And I haven't really even hit my best yet

And yet I'm feeling restless,
I lay awake at night and write for hours
With the pen and pad in hand
I feel empowered
I feel the music flowing through me freely like my blood is pumping bass
I wrote this song in ink
I know I never can erase

I will never feel regret for writing truth into a track I
Made my share of bad mistakes
But I can never take them back and
Even if I could, I'm proud of who they made me out to be I
Used to look up to the legends
Now I'm looking back at me

I See my face within the mirror, see the scars upon my skin
Yeah my skin has gotten thicker but my hair has gotten thin
Every year that I've forsaken left a mark upon mind
I should probably take a moment, pause the track and hit rewind

I was born in 89, with a hole inside my chest
Since I drew my first breath I was started on my quest
I wanna be the very best at anything I put my mind to
I spent a life time searching just to find truth

And truth is I don't know if I can do this
Truthfully at times I feel synonymous with useless
I Used to be a good son, with blue eyes, a cute kid
Buy Nowadays, I'm ruthless
And my strength is undisputed

I will never be the fall guy
I've got to give my all because the fight is never ending and I might just hit a wall
But I will beat it til my fists are broken bloody and in pieces
I would sacrifice my life to spread my message like I'm Jesus

I was born a son of God
But I led a life of sin
When I go to meet my maker I just pray he lets me in
Those golden gates will have to wait
I've got a lot of work to do
I know I've got a lot to prove
Psalm 22