| Let’s bow our heads and let’s all pray
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| Let’s reminisce to them hard ways
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| Come to think about it we came a long way
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| I still feel on thin ice with hot skates
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| Coming for what’s mine, I’m embracing the grind
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| But I’m running out of patience and time, but I keep waiting in line
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| Lately I’ve been praying for forgiveness harder
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| 'Cause I heard the sins of a father cast upon the daughter
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| I just jumped into this skillet from out of the boiling water
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| 'Bout time I started thinking 'bout tomorrow, I’m growing up
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| Man, my family’s actually proud
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| I hear the thunder but I think I see a crack in the clouds
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| I been living wrong
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| For oh so damn long
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| But when the leaves are falling
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| Gotta weed the garden
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| From all the seeds I’ve sown
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| I been trying to mend these fences
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| And the miles of burning bridges
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| So Lord, can I get a witness?
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| Can I get a witness?
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| Made a decision to be a dad
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| In a world full of fatherless kids they fucking need us bad
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| I thank this music for giving me a future
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| But I’m nervous 'cause I feel like I could lose it
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| I’ve been going through it
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| My anxiety’s at a all time high
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| But I do best when it’s all on the line
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| I told my daughter be the hardest worker in the room and swallow your pride
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| If you do that then it all’ll be fine, I promise you that
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| I know what it feels like to get bullied in real life
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| To get your ass kicked and still fight
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| Emotions and rollercoasters buried deep in the sea
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| Beneath the surface is a surface no one’s eager to see
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| I been living wrong
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| For oh so damn long
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| But when the leaves are falling
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| Gotta weed the garden
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| From all the seeds I’ve sown
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| I been trying to mend these fences
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| And the miles of burning bridges
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| So Lord, can I get a witness?
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| Can I get a witness?
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| 'Cause she’s left when I was eight, she was addicted to drugs
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| I told my friends at school about it but all they did was judge
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| She made her decision, she left me behind
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| She thought she was right but she was out of her mind
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| Almost 11 years old and now it’s time for me to know
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| My mama’s in and out of jail and she ain’t coming home
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| Bullies always point their fingers, they laugh and they giggle
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| 'Cause my heart has a little cut through the middle
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| But my old man says time heals our wounds
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| Give me a little time and I’ll be better than new
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| We all know about pain and how to play the game
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| Just stay by my side, the sunshine’s after the rain
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| Where’s the sunshine after the rain?
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| Where’s the sunshine after the rain?
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| Do the clouds part after the pain?
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| Where’s the sunshine after the rain?
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| It’s what I need to finally change |