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Album: Lions and Liars
Lord, Lord you know I tried/
When I should have been strong I cried/
When I should have helped I walked on by/
When I should have told the truth I straight up lied/
I know your love has set me free/
But I keep on putting you back on that tree/
Oh Lord, Have your mercy on me/
Loving father put your grace on me, on me/
Put Grace on me, on me
Put Grace on me, on me
Put Grace on me, on me
Loving Father
Put your Mercy on me, on me
Put your Mercy on me, on me
Put your Mercy on me, on me
Loving Father
Put your Mercy on me, on me
Tre's nerves are bubbling, juggling jobs, avoid hustling
Hard trusting in God- because now he's struggling
TV's throwing lust at him, Corners boys punking him
Wife wants to fuss with him, LORD keep touching him
He might return to street life, But he'll fight will all he can
Cause if they test him again, He would hate to have kill a man
The pressure he can't handle it, he's lost ways to channel it
He might black out, then he ends up back in anger management
His common problem is his values aren't- matching his wallet
He's praying but still jobless, his faith used to keep him honest
He's got visions of bad decisions that are void of the godly wisdom
So this one bad decision will most likely land him in prison
So a week from now, He'll be at a bank in town
He'll be yelling get down, with some other clowns, waving a gun around
He'll succeed ducking the cops and leaving with profits
But he'll have problems dodging all the guilt that's working on his conscience
Jane's feeling the pain, like razors are in her vein
Last year the cancer came, and now her life has changed
Chemo and pain killers, the disdain gets realer
Her Hope becomes thinner, from all the news that they give her
She taking the news with caution, 'cause she knows the Lord is awesome
But often she pauses, of the losses and of what death cost us
Is it worth fighting she nauseous, plus the hospital charges
She's heard there's light in the tunnel but all she sees is Darkness
No one is feeling her burden, they just keep giving her sermons
If they listened with more discernment, they could tell that she's hurting
Her speech is just an illusion, she's scared of the end conclusion
If she shares her doubt- she feels her image may be ruined
Shes holding her fears in, tears in, She'll be dead by years end
Shes not thinking through how God forgives sins
Until then her nights are long, as she is faking strong
In the corner of her heart, This will be her song, sing
How often we go thru the motions, up and down rollercoasting
Scared to admit were hurting, nervous thoughts of perversion
This culture we've built is perfect, were saying his death was worthless
Not to concerned with His worship as along as we do our churchin
We're decorating our person, just to continue lies
Or shortcomings we hide is with a shallow disguise
To prove we got it together, to make it seem like were better
Than friends, fam, whoever, we take some extreme measures
We have a desire to add, to the grace that we have
We're never content with our lives, we operate in pride
We hate to seem dependent, but that's the way that He intended
Humans made in His image, built to live in the tension
Learn wisdom, we were distant his love we didn't deserve it
We confess that we're worthless, then break our backs to earn it
Without you I'm, helpless, weak, my existence is bleak
I refuse to proceed without Your grace and mercy on me
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