[Intro]
You know what? I don’t even be trippin’
Somehow, someway, it always get done, and I know it ain’t me, it ain’t me that’s doing it
It’s Him, yeah I said Him
[Chorus]
It ain’t no such thing as a blessing being small
Whatever God give me I don’t question it at all
Anytime life had my back pressed against the wall
I been knowing what He can do, this message is for y’all
[Verse 1]
Sometimes Allah’s work is indescribable
They say count your blessings but for me that’s impossible
Picture tryna count your hair, homie, each strand
Imagine tryna count every grain of beach sand
I’m speaking on my experience because I’m living it
The timing and the magnitude, nothing is equivalent
When it gets serious and your people don’t remember you
God makes the hot grease feel like swimming pool weather
Intentional or something you never meant to do
The maximum level of pain and hurt is now minimal
Think about how less-fortunate men feel
You cryin’ ‘bout broken wipers, he ain’t got a windshield
You showin’ ingratitude even when you got a stronger hand
That’s like a billionaire telling his problems to a homeless man
Every person got a place, it’s up to us to find it
A pure soul will love a simple rock like it’s a diamond
You know what? I don’t even be trippin’
Somehow, someway, it always get done, and I know it ain’t me, it ain’t me that’s doing it
It’s Him, yeah I said Him
[Chorus]
It ain’t no such thing as a blessing being small
Whatever God give me I don’t question it at all
Anytime life had my back pressed against the wall
I been knowing what He can do, this message is for y’all
[Verse 1]
Sometimes Allah’s work is indescribable
They say count your blessings but for me that’s impossible
Picture tryna count your hair, homie, each strand
Imagine tryna count every grain of beach sand
I’m speaking on my experience because I’m living it
The timing and the magnitude, nothing is equivalent
When it gets serious and your people don’t remember you
God makes the hot grease feel like swimming pool weather
Intentional or something you never meant to do
The maximum level of pain and hurt is now minimal
Think about how less-fortunate men feel
You cryin’ ‘bout broken wipers, he ain’t got a windshield
You showin’ ingratitude even when you got a stronger hand
That’s like a billionaire telling his problems to a homeless man
Every person got a place, it’s up to us to find it
A pure soul will love a simple rock like it’s a diamond
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