Shame

Dang, when you can't dress up your pain
Homie our sin ain't the same
Feel like everybody changed
But I stay caught in this rain
Deep in the muddy waters praying
Oh dang what a shame
Born less Abel more Cain
Felt no more than a stain
Then a little voice came
Telling me that God make a way
Telling me that God make a way

I'm talking that shame
When you can't dress up your pain
Homie our sin ain't the same
Feel like everybody changed
But I stay caught in this rain
Deep in the muddy waters praying
Oh dang what a shame
Born less Abel more Cain
Felt no more than a stain
Then a little voice came
Telling me that God make a way
Telling me that God make a way

I'm talking that ugly, Bible on the bed stand dusty
Some days we were bouncing back some days we wasn't lucky
Three sixteen kinda bumpy hearing God care when I can't even love me
I've been trying dog
I can't stand the man up in the mirror all he do is talk
Got it all together, by tomorrow he be falling off
Seven times seven times seven times seven
Time and time again you're really pushing grace to the limits

The cycle vicious
Had to run it back that boy was deep in the trenches
I talk of the lows so you can understand the highs of the Risen
Them days I couldn't get out my prison til a God ray shot through my prism
Not a dark moon but now a tomb to all my evil who stepping
I'm talking (pow pow pow pow pow)
Air out the whole thing
No more back and forth with sin, bump a sine wave
Still wasn't always combos with the I-frames
Talking that, talking that, talking

I'm talking that shame
When you can't dress up your pain
Homie our sin ain't the same
Feel like everybody changed
But I stay caught in this rain
Deep in the muddy waters praying
Oh dang what a shame
Born less Abel more Cain
Felt no more than a stain
Then a little voice came
Telling me that God make a way
Telling me that God make a way
I'm talking that shame
When you can't dress up your pain
Homie our sin ain't the same
Feel like everybody changed
But I stay caught in this rain
Deep in the muddy waters praying
Oh dang what a shame
Born less Abel more Cain
Felt no more than a stain
Then a little voice came
Telling me that God make a way
Telling me that God make a way

I'm talking that side of me, struggling just to fit into society
Cynicism got him two hearted, cat turning straight Siamese
Said they'll understand, don't lie to me
I ain't rocking pretty sin I'm talking p*rn, pride and anxieties
I felt dead indeed by design
And at the end of my intellect all I'd see was the sky
Where the Son need to shine, and evil dire need a grave
So I mean it when I tell you thank God, thank God He make a

Way (way way way)
Thank God, thank God He make a way (way way way)
Thank God, thank God, thank God He make a way
Take him to the hills, take him to yuh
Take him to the hills, take him to yuh
Take him to the hills, take him to yuh
Take him to the hills, take him to the
Everybody love Jesus