[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightnin' clappin'
Rainin' on my window pane and prayin' I make somethin' happen
A preacher's prophecies never bothered me when I was younger
Sittin' on my grandma's lap, as she cried I often wondered
What was her tears for? Could it be for my grandfather?
Or maybe she felt for me cause I see more of those cold tomorrows
Then she see the world will up and turn on me
Cause the morals that she often spoke were meant for 1923
I fall asleep off in her arms, a Psalm was spoken
The Lord is surely my shepherd, he lead me to the water
Thought that often stuck with me
Amongst the wolves that run the streets
Out here paying dues to lose
I pray your angels come for me
A non-believer I never have and never could be
Lord give me time to peep the signs I should see
Sippin' got me feeling like a player ridin' clean
Bendin' corners hopin' I might find my saviour on the curb
I rarely go to Church
False prophets rockin' Prada so I rarely feel the word
Jezebels lurkin' in the pews on the first
Preacher's weaker than the deacon cause it's hard to fight the urge
It's hard to live and serve when you on the devil's turf
Sell your soul for the low with no sense of what it's worth
Don't get it twisted, I ain't no saint, I ain't no pastor
But prayer ain't just for cloudy days and natural disasters
Aware of what comes after, I bet you ain't for sure
I was warned that Heaven ain't the only place to go
I'm doin' what I can cause there really ain't much time
I leave this in the Lord hands
I'm tired of cryin'
Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightnin' clappin'
Rainin' on my window pane and prayin' I make somethin' happen
A preacher's prophecies never bothered me when I was younger
Sittin' on my grandma's lap, as she cried I often wondered
What was her tears for? Could it be for my grandfather?
Or maybe she felt for me cause I see more of those cold tomorrows
Then she see the world will up and turn on me
Cause the morals that she often spoke were meant for 1923
I fall asleep off in her arms, a Psalm was spoken
The Lord is surely my shepherd, he lead me to the water
Thought that often stuck with me
Amongst the wolves that run the streets
Out here paying dues to lose
I pray your angels come for me
A non-believer I never have and never could be
Lord give me time to peep the signs I should see
Sippin' got me feeling like a player ridin' clean
Bendin' corners hopin' I might find my saviour on the curb
I rarely go to Church
False prophets rockin' Prada so I rarely feel the word
Jezebels lurkin' in the pews on the first
Preacher's weaker than the deacon cause it's hard to fight the urge
It's hard to live and serve when you on the devil's turf
Sell your soul for the low with no sense of what it's worth
Don't get it twisted, I ain't no saint, I ain't no pastor
But prayer ain't just for cloudy days and natural disasters
Aware of what comes after, I bet you ain't for sure
I was warned that Heaven ain't the only place to go
I'm doin' what I can cause there really ain't much time
I leave this in the Lord hands
I'm tired of cryin'
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