He Is ... I Am GRIP

Part I: "He Is"

[Intro: Thompson Community Singers & GRIP]
Who can I tell my struggles too? (Uh)
Who gives me peace when I'm goin' through
He will (Yeah, uh), oh what a saviour
He will, oh what a saviour
He will, oh what a saviour
He will, oh what a saviour
He will, oh what a saviour
He will, oh what a saviour
He will, oh what a saviour
He will, oh what a saviour
Who can I tell my struggles too?
Who gives me peace when I'm goin' through
He will, oh what a saviour
He will, oh what a saviour
He will, oh what a saviour
He will, oh what a saviour

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Always there when I'm under pressure
Very similar to the one that sat atop my uncle's dresser
His was chrome, so it glistened, you dressed in all black
So your cover never get blown on the missions, stealth purposes
The first time I touched your trigger that shit triggered nervousness
Growing up in my hood, you were the 'cause of so many funeral services
Another thug killed amidst a drug deal, it only led to more blood spilled
See, I understand your mechanics
So I never take for granted how you manage to do damage
Randomly landed in the hands of a few loose cannons
Back when I was watching Goof Troops and eating Fruit Loops
You sprayed at your target but the strays ricocheted and struck a kid that used to shoot hoops
And as a kid myself, that was hard to digest, like will I die next?
Causalities of war, I guess, sorry I digress, huh
You protected me from the coroner
Early mornings at Mom-and-Pops corner spots
Niggas thought shit was sweet 'til I let off them warning shots
Had a gold chain and wore a watch
That bit' ain't even tell the time no more, but it was shinin' though
I kept you in my lining or underneath my seat when I was driving
Or under pillows on them nights I found a dime to slide in
'Cause shit, I figure, you never know if that bitch got a nigga
Or an ex that got the extra key from when he stayed with her