Guide Me Through The Storm (feat. Sonstar & Paul McKay)

歌詞

God, I just, I just need you to guide me It's so much going on in my life and I I know you wanna bring me through it, I know you got me But it's hard right now and I need you I need you now more than I ever needed you, God, please Look, one way trip to prison, L.A. County into the mountains Bunch of niggas on the bus that never got the counselin' Instead they gangbanged, they sold dope and broke in houses It started with the parents livin' poor with broken spouses Feed me sack lunches in the plastic pouches Got me feelin' fucked over, like the castin' couches Dirty face, dirty hair up in my mugshot Tower cop all on the speaker makin' brash announcements Fadin' inside of the cell Satan keep on tryna bring the flagrantest fires from hell But Lord, Your water on me far and as wide as a well It's gettin' dark, I wanna cry, but gotta inspire as well, yeah Old friends switchin' on me New York Times pissin' on me TMZ here tellin' lies on television on me My opps workin' overtime to put this image on me But God is finna push the line, like it's a scrimmage on me Mom a soldier and you gave birth to a warrior Ain't a secret like it's knocked off Victoria Seven hours been in shackles sittin' in the court tanks We ain't ate in hours 'cause the police ignorin' us County jail cryin' real tears to Iggy Azalea I know you put up with some shit that just wasn't familiar I loved your ear and loved your heart, though you wasn't Amelia They lyin', tryin' to get me fucked, but I wasn't Cecilia Young Dave bangin' on the beat, he in the ER right now producin' this in critical condition I'm recordin' up in state prison It's fair to say we Black and beat the odds of both statistics Both of us supposed to be either dead or in jail But he been close to death, and I'm in jail and still prevailed God willin', this go number one from in the cell It won't be long before the release date's is in the mail Yeah, uh Tears fallin' on my phone calls, everything was all wrong County jail, orange paint, the image that I'm Don Juan Sentence day I'm thinkin' any minute I could be long gone It's wintertime, I'm in the cell A nigga freezin' in a pair of "Men's Central Jail" Long John's Enemies celebratin' Christmas Day I'm layin' in the cell without my son, like fuck are y'all on? Those nights were treacherous Buy a gram of heroin and use it as leverage Black clouds floatin' over me, I need severance Niggas overdosin' off Suboxone and medicines Yeah, God save me, I'm repenting for my early sins My only goal is see it clear like I'm a blurry lens You niggas softer than some furry pants And off the walk out, I need thirty M's Guide me through the storm Guide me through the storm Feelin' something that's raining down, that's raining down Guide me through the storm (Ooh) Guide me through the storm You know I need your saving Guide me through the storm Oh, I need your saving now Guide me through the storm Oh guide, oh, guide me Guide me through the storm It's all coming down, you got me layin' down Guide me through the storm You know all about it and You've been right there Guide me through the storm Daystar, my beautiful son As your father, I was distraught the day when they took my innocent son to prison And for two weeks straight, every day that the sun have risen I felt like I had a twenty-pound weight sitting on my chest Still I knew that God had allowed his test That it was not just about you, but also about the others The many other incarcerated sisters and brothers That's when I gave you to God, knowing that He would keep you covered And in the realm of the Spirit, that's where I hovered like an eagle in flight A samurai proud warrior against the witches and warlocks Pulling down strong holes of withcraft Divination, necromancy, familiar spirits Clairvoyant projections, psychic phenomenon That war to keep the souls of men and women, created in God's own image in bondage And away from their families in a bid to create the next generation of pissed off children angry at a system Just so Satan could keep the hungry prision industrial complex fed To the tune of eighty-two thousand dollars per head While they barter and trade the souls of people in the New York Stock Exchange in exchange for money and wealth Now there's a crack in their building and it's beginning to crumble 'Cause God alone, only God can keep these wicked men humble Dear Heavenly Father, as You have you guided Daystar We pray that You would now guide the many nameless faces Men and women in prison, Lord God, sovereign God You are the one, the only one that has guided us Now also guide them, guide through the storm, Father Guide them through the storm in the name of Jesus Said I need you more than ever Said I need Guide me (Ooh), guide me Come on and guide me Come guide me (Ooh) Oh, guide me now Guide me (Oh) Come on and guide me now (Oh) Guide me (Oh) Guide me now Guide me (Oh, oh) Guide me now