| Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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| I will fear no evil, for you are with me
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| Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
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| I honestly grow insecure as I get older
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| Cause even when you hot there comes a day when you get colder
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| Comes a day when you slower, time is taking its toll
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| 45 on the back of the jersey upon yo' soul
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| I’m scared of letting go, I don’t know what the future holds
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| My nightmares are having nightmares
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| I’m quite scared of what’s right and fair
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| How I fare in eternity
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| Will I hear well done when he turn to me?
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| Will I hear you care too much
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| About all of this stuff that really don’t matter?
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| You chase the wind and you won it
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| Got to the top of a two foot ladder
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| What’s after I can capture all this mess my heart was after?
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| Will I end up empty handed when I stand before my master?
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| Did I master the mathematics of a passive disaster?
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| Adding my selfish ambition
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| All the while, subtracting what matters
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| I don’t know
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| Late nights, I can’t sleep
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| Will I fall when I peek?
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| Through the curtains, all I see, fingers pointing at me
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| And they watching, and they watching
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| And they watching, and they watching
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| And I’m wondering what they thinking,thinking bout'
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| Late nights, I can’t sleep
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| Counting cash, counting sheep
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| Through the curtains, all I see fingers pointing at me
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| And I’m watching, and I’m watching
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| And I’m wondering what they thinking, thinking bout’it all
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| In high school, we tried to act all tough
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| I remember a couple times, I couldn’t back that up
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| Like when I ran from them vatos, scuffin' up my zapatos
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| Scared of losing my hide, I was so embarrassed inside
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| If I could go back in time, I would stand and say something like
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| I ain’t never scared, never scared, never scared
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| I’m lyin', I’m scared of these thoughts in my head
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| I’m scared of possibly pushin' people right over the ledge
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| When I said I pledge allegiance to the struggle
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| Then, I turn around and buckle
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| Under stress and under pressure
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| Bible on my dresser that could teach my pain a lesson
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| But I’d rather not address it
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| Address is in depression
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| I’m scared if I confess it
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| That you gone look at me like I’m somethin' less
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| And I’m such a mess
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| C’est lui qui a peur d’admettre ses craintes
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| Et c’est lui qui ne pourra pas les surmonter
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| On trouve la liberté dans la confession
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| Et la liberté dans la reconnaissance
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| And it just so happens, I’m wrestling with my status
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| I’m tryna see me like He do, not focusing on this madness
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| They count on me, count me out on account of they fear and doubts
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| Keep account of my wrongs, tryna keep me inside they house
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| Some just keep me around, gotta wonder what that’s about
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| Yea
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| They wanna be politically correct, I suppose
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| But,I'm comfortable in my skin
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| While they just pretend in they clothes
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| I’m scared of falling and failing
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| In front of all of my foes
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| And I fear some friends are unfaithful
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| So, I keep my small circle closed
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| I don’t want no handouts or favors, no functional saviors
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| I’m a tell that truth 'till it kill me
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| I’m chillin' with my Creator
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| Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus to all of my haters
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| For the ones who think I forgot him
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| And the ones who won’t let me say it
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| I ain’t scared no mo'
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| Everybody always
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| They gone have something to say whether you like it or not
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| Everybody always
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| They gone have something to say
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| Baby, don’t take it to heart
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| Something to say
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| 恐怖を受け入れることができないものは、
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| それに打ち勝つことができないだろう。
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| 全てのものを受け入れたとき、
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| 自由は存在し、恐怖は解き放たれる。 |