[Kelly Kelz]
I know how you feel, and I won’t tell a soul
These wounds don’t ever heal, the scars you never show
I’ll help you run away, but promise not to go
Come take my hand, I’ll always understand
Just ask
[Christon Gray]
I know exactly where you are, you’re lost
You tried this world, it’ll never work
Jesus, He’s real, He’s waiting for you
He willed that no man will perish
Come on, man, come on, young lady
Just ask, come on
Now I can see the warzone where no man grow old
Where the rain turn red and the wind don’t blow
And I really ain’t tryna go, I got the door closed
It’s me, O’ Lord, first and foremost
Let me hit the flow before I put on these war clothes
Ain’t afraid to admit that I’m a fiend in need of a sure dose
In need of a morsel, pleas, e just one
I know you gotta feed your sons and your daughters
But even the dogs gotta eat the crumbs, and I’m starving
A runaway from the Hunger Games
Been chosen, but I don’t wanna play
There ain’t no other way, since I was born in sin
I’mma have to kill, be killed, or be born again
Even the heartless got a conscience
Repentance is admission of unsettled debts
And I’m just praying for the One who ain’t said it yet
[Kelly Kelz]
I know how you feel, and I won’t tell a soul
These wounds don’t ever heal, the scars you never show
I’ll help you run away, but promise not to go
Come take my hand, I’ll always understand
Just ask
[Dre Murray]
Open your eyes, tell me what do you see
Empathy and sorrow got me staring at the loose leaf
A snapshot of my life and it’s put together loosely
‘Cause if I tell it all, then you’re thinking that you knew me
Sixteens can’t capture the feeling that I felt
When my momma sat me down and said Marcus got killed
I call it so close, but they call it spilled milk
Now I’m walking on this long road, praying that he knelt
Down before the throne and the Son in the right seat
I’ll let you in on a secret that I might keep
Though I’m really sad now, we ain’t ever speak
The truth inside me, but I ain’t wanna make a peep
Aye look my little cousin dead in the street, ah!
Aye look my little cousin dead in the street
And I’m supposed to be your hands, I’m supposed to be your feet
And I ain’t ever tell him, all he had to do was ask
He made a call to the streets and they answered cash
He ran a route so fast, both feet on the gas
Ask and you’ll receive, but I forgot to throw the pass
And now I’m living in the past
Now I’m living in the past
And now I’m living in the past
[Kelly Kelz]
I know how you feel, and I won’t tell a soul
These wounds don’t ever heal, the scars you never show
I’ll help you run away, but promise not to go
Come take my hand, I’ll always understand
Just ask
