Verse 1 -


My parents don’t like the fact that I write for You
They say education is important go to school So I did
with all the faith that I had in this gift
I still wrote in the midst of classes practicing this
Perfecting the flow show discernment
and ‘Gowe’ Began to mold into a man who had a passion to know You
on a deeper level, just a usable servant
Consistent with verses working a craft that is worth it
The pressure is huge, take a step in these shoes
Asking how will you provide for a family of two?
Or three maybe four, and how will you live?
Will your music pay the bills?
Did I mention your kids?
So I tell them as a man its my passion and soul
To provide for my family with a venue to grow
And to cherish my wife cause shes the love of my life
and music or not I wont stop following You



Verse 2 -


they say youre not good enough, ya style is too different
Compromise this alter that, whats the difference?
Sometimes im sick of writing all this music
Im sick of rocking mics and im sick of being gifted
Im sick of being seen like im chasing down a dream
Im tired of being deemed as a lyrical machine
And There are times when I question my position
if I keep making records is the vision God given?
The hardest thing to surrender is my desire
Why give me samples if this never transpires?
Why lead me down this path full of obstacle
And why take away all the things that are valuable?
Things that I love, the things that I cherish
With the judgment i get even from my own parents
It’d be so easy to give up and move along
Instead of doing wrong
well, I know where I belong



Verse 3 -


When I say that ‘I’ll make it’ its not cuz the money
Its not signing a deal its not even being on TV
It’s following You despite the conditions
To know that where you call may not be what I envisioned
Im just a man, just a boy just a son
With a voice and a tongue who rejoices when among Pain
that I see, i feel the pain when I sleep
When I walk through a storm I feel the rain on my cheek
If I could just touch a person who tried
To use their artwork as a means to survive
To glorify the One and only, but got turned down
Faced pressure from their family and got burned out
On the brink of giving up, just a couple of inches Away
Hey, i can relate to your pain
Stay for another second I got a question to fill
If you don’t reach through your gift, then tell me who will?