I remember long nights on the laptop, blanked out rappin' Never thought I'd hear a fan on the brink of suicide impacted Ain't a fan of tryna shake hands with the devil I ain't finna tap dance But I swear that can't happen What I look like actin' Uh, I used to pay for the feelin', uh They used the pain to pin 'em Uh, they used the game to kill 'em so I use the game against 'em They using propane to fill 'em Father, I'm prayin' You heal 'em They try to change the game, with chains but we cannot chain the children Uh, I cannot chain my brothers, uh I cannot chain my family Uh, I gotta do what I gotta do I'm finna take this thing back to Nazareth I'm with Yeshua, we walk into it see the dead raised like Lazarus Uh, I'm in the H where it's chopped and screwed, Holy Spirit screwin' up the industry
You kept my soul, Father You kept my soul It's a letter to the game, if You want me, I ain't playin' It's things that they ain't sayin' is it worth it for the fame? It's a letter to the game It's a letter to the game
Yeah, need more than a bandage for all the damage that I can't handle Uh, just wanna be better for my family Lord, come pick me up I knew I was meant for this, I feel them chills in this Uh, Is it the game or is it my Father who the ventriloquist? Look who I brought in, kept me from fallin' I keep on fightin' It's so many drowning Who scream out in silence I gotta dive in Lord, I pray we find 'em I pray we find 'em
You kept my soul, ooh, Father You kept my soul It's a letter to the game, if You want me, I ain't playin' It's things that they ain't sayin' is it worth it for the fame? It's a letter to the game It's a letter to the game
It's so many drowning I gotta dive in You kept my soul You kept my soul
Compositor: Christopher Michael Hulvey / Clark Lacossade / James Maddocks / Milan Modi